She would drive us home after my football practice and wed talk about everything. She would tell me about her friends who thought I was hot, which was...practically all of them. I noticed now too that my sister became very touchy feely with me. Shed kiss my cheek or gave me a hug for no real reason except for giving her a ride to the mall or lending her 5 bucks. She would sit close to me when were watching TV down in the basement and sometimes she would lay her incredibly long legs across my lap.. You could feel the goosebumps rising on my bare skin, definitely not in reaction to the warm weather. Feeling a burst of confidence, you moved your hand to my inner thigh, just above the knee, an inch or two under the hem of my dress. Just testing the waters, you thought to yourself. The touch hit me like a brick, sending a jolt of electricity though my body. I hoped you didn’t notice. Ever so slowly, your thumb traced the side of my knee, small circles that sent more small currents rippling. Woh dard say tarap rahi thi aur rorahi thi apnay aap ko churanay ki koshish kar rahi thi mainay usay zoor say pakar kar khub achi tarahsay kiss kia aur uskay donoon mumoon ko achhi tarah say dabata raha kuch dair kay bad usay rahat mili aur ab woh sukoon main agai thi yeh daikhkar mainay thoori si position laikar apna munh uskay hoontton par rakhkar achi tarah say dabaya takay uski awaz na nikal sakay aur aik zoordar jhatka dia maira pora 6.75 inch ka lund uski choot main pora under tak chala. ..I just like, you know? Bigger cocks. Say you understand. Okay?"I totally understood, of course. I'd never labored under any delusion that I was carrying around a big dick. In middle school I'd come to quickly realize that I had not been given anything close to the sort of cocks I saw in the showers, or later at night at home watching porn; and so, when Tara had said what she had said about not wanting to have intercourse with me, it didn't come as much of a surprise.So, as Tara and I began.