Thinking back, I probably should have been worried about these thoughts and the use of words I hadn’t really known before, vulgar or otherwise, but ...t seems so trivial now. All my attention was focused on the confused look of undefined desire that was firmly planted on my sister’s face.She looked at Mommy and me, and I knew she could only see what she was prepared to. That’s how no one had been able to see how huge my tummy had been his morning. She walked in slowly, seeming to try and form. "But don't get ideas - it's mine!" I added sternly."Sounds like bitter experience?" she queried."And how! - wait 'till you meet my daughters" I laughed.That thought seemed to disconcert her. "What will they make of me?" she asked."Didn't I tell you you were not allowed to worry about anything more tonight?" I chided, but I actually did worry what they - and everyone else - would think of this arrangement. Pleading simple Christian Charity was unlikely to cut much ice with anyone, and I wasn't. It is flattering and scary. And it is erotic. He really wants me. Attraction is so attractive. We kiss. And again. Heart racing again. It only takes a second with him. My body responds. What is it about him? He has this instant on switch hidden somewhere and flicks it every time we are together. We roll over with him on top. We continue to make out. This time he reaches under my shirt and lifts my shirt and bra in one motion. I protest and he does the same with the other bra cup. I now am. A gasp left Meera’s mouth as she was kissed for the first time ever and she soon closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of having lips pressed against hers. She returned the kiss sloppily but hungrily and her sudden crave surprised her since she never thought she would have such desires with a female in question. However, she gave in to her carnal hunger.Her hands wrapped around Tara’s waist too and pulled her closer so their bodies pressed against each other, with their breasts brushing.