Annette was finally out of her pants when Jim's mouth moved to her neck. She gasped, just as she always did from the touch of his lips and tongue on h...r neck. It was always a surprise to Jim, just how sensitive she was on her neck.Annette wrapped her naked legs around Jim's hips, bringing her now soaked love channel near the throbbing member between his legs. She also gently pushed off the wall, sending the two of them slowly towards the center of the room, as her legs pulled Jim into the spot. I liked her headroom. Daddy was sure I wasn't done growing so a boat with six feet eight inches of clearance under the beams was right up my alley.She was newly rigged aluminum. Masts and booms with electric winches and the very latest in electronics. All lines led to the cockpit so singlehanded wasn't out of reach. A perfect boat for a couple of young amateurs. Without her top hamper of wood she was light on the wheel and a joy to sail. Because the rig was so much lighter she stood on her. My parents were equally desperate since my older sister had come out of what is called “the closet.”To me, Tara was always my big sister. She is five foot eleven, which is two inches shorter than I am now, but growing up, she was always the taller one. She was referred to as pretty, and she had no shortage of male attention. In high school, Tara had what is referred to as “a reputation.” You know, that pretty girl who is not the easiest lay but still will not leave a guy hanging.Tara was never. I followed him there. When we got to his room, he closed the door and locked it: Whats wrong , cousin? I asked him, noticing he was starting to breathe faster than usual. Promise me youre not gonna make fun of me or tell my mom. he said Huh… Okay, I promise, but what are you talking about? I asked. Before I could do or say anything, he had his arms around me and was kissing me as hard as he could. I was caught off guard, and part of me was telling me to pull him away and leave. But another part.