Nothing else made sense. My eyes found her rear, seeing her perky ass cupped by the denim. The fabric gripped her rump tighter than the panties clung ...o my rear.I licked my lips. I wondered what sort of panties my sister was wearing. It had to be a thong. I couldn’t see any lines at all. As she bent over, her shirt rode up just enough for me to see the whale tail.What would she look like in only a thong? I so wanted to know.My sister, Clarissa, glanced at me as she straightened. She was. Suddenly his hand around my neck slid around the back and grabbed a handful of hair, yanking my head back hard, his other arm wrapping tightly around my waist. He pounded into me, fucking me wildly, pumping into me over and over, my hips grinding down onto him, thrusting myself onto him, wanting every inch, every sensation, mindless. I reached back and my nails sank into his hip as I pulled him into me as he pushed into me and I pushed myself onto him. I wanted it rough and wild, just like. I was dressed, as you know, in the white shiny tights and leotard; they hardly ever saw me in spandex before. I hadn't had a haircut in a while, so my hair was long. I didn't need glasses anymore, and someone had put two gold stud earrings in my ears (one in each).I found out later that they were both real surprised that the first thing I did when I got home and got out of the trunk wasn't to go change out of the tights and leotard and into some normal boys' clothes. But I had become so used to. My eyes were open but everything was so bright and I couldn’t work out what I was looking at. And there was this rushing sound in my ears, I could hear other things, like when you were getting dressed, but they seemed far away. And there was this steady, regular thumping noise, too, I remember trying to think what on earth it could be.’ ‘You were conscious, then?’ ‘Oh, yes. All the time, I think. I remember you kissed me when you left. I wanted to talk to you, get you to stay, but I couldn’t.