“And, um, uh, I wonder about the other way too, what it would be like to be the girl. But it would have to feel right, and would have to be someone ... felt totally safe with.”She glanced at me and then looked away, blushing fetchingly. Well, this was an idea I had been nursing for a long time, the dream of fucking my little sister. I smiled at her and pondered how I could make it happen. In the end, it didn’t require any scheming, just a little patience.One night we were watching figure skating. There were100 emotions were running in my head. I slowly touched her pussy, and she let out a small moan. I backed off but then again went closer and touched her.I started rubbing her clit slowly. It felt amazing. My panties were already wet. I took off my panties and my t-shirt, and now I was completely naked as well. I was rubbing her pussy slowly with one hand while I fingered mine with the other. I was so lost in it that I didn’t realize when she woke up.“You’re really good at this,” she. It was good timing as I’d managed to get to chat to her. For some reason we ended up talking about relationships and that was when she had told me about her and her husband. Or rather ex-husband. She had then said that she was nipping up town to get a new curtain rail for her lounge and that she wasn’t looking forward to putting it up. I saw a window of opportunity (ain’t I witty) and offered to pop round later and fit it for her. She’d thanked me and we’d exchanged mobile numbers – I’d call. His Mom wasn’t sure what she was studying, history, anthropology, something like that. He’d make it his business to find out more.For now, he just waved and said, “Hi!”Then the bookish beauty stepped away from the door and was gone.He sat on the bed and sighed happily. This was almost too perfect, and he couldn’t ask for a better base of operations to begin his life’s work…For some years, Nick had been obsessed with the idea of turning good, chaste, virtuous women into dark, twisted, perverse.