I twisted it in my fingers while I lightly pumped it in and out. Then I figured I had to just go for it, so I took one last breath and firmly but slow...y pushed for the goal. It was an odd combination of pain and pleasure when I felt my anus expand to what seemed to be its limit. Then suddenly, the toy got past its widest part and just popped in completely. It happened so quickly that the tip of the glass hit my prostate and I gasped loudly. My eyes shot open and I looked at Jenn. “It’s in.”. How dare I live my life in the way that I chose to live my life! Is erotica so offensive to some people to disown your own blood, your only sister? Why is that? What am I missing for me not to understand? I don’t get it. ‘Tell me because I’d like to know.’ In hindsight, I never should have told them that I write erotica. I never should have asked them to read and to vote for my stories. Perhaps they’re embarrassed that their little sister is a slut. Proud of what I write and damn if I’ll. No wonder I was feeling hungry! I rose and donned my forsaken nightie, deciding nothing more formal was really required. Barry had seen me in a bikini a few times and this really wasn't any more revealing. It was short but not particularly sheer and besides, I just didn't feel like wearing anything else on top or underneath. It was like I was on holidays, free of stress and looking for fun.After a quick stop in the bathroom, I went to the kitchen. To my secret pleasure, Barry was sitting there. So I go to the window and look around. I don't see anybody. I continue to try stuff on. I feel rather turned on and decide I will play with my new vibrator. I am wearing my new thong and a new bra, I lay down on my bed and I start to play. First I just rub myself over my panty and then I do this awhile and then I start to play with my nipples, turning them and twisting them, I then move my thong to the side and start to finger myself. It feels so nice and I still feel like somebody is watching.