.]I remember very clearly when I realized Alex was growing up, because it momentarily frightened me. I went into the bathroom one morning when I was ...hirteen and found several fresh drops of dark blood on the tile floor in front of the toilet, by the simple method of stepping in it. There was more blood in the bowl itself.I looked wildly at the backs of my arms and legs and checked quickly in the mirror to see if I had a nosebleed. There wasn't a mark on me. It had to be my sister, the only. She take the bringer and turned to me and waited a moment, she said “we can play a different game, I will lick Ur pussy and u must lick my pussy after”. I not agreed to lick because that was bad. She insisted me to do. But I said “u do it to me, but I can’t to u”, She said OK. She moved down of me and asked to spread my leg wide open. My vagina opened in wide. A juice came from it and spread to my thighs. She moved her face with watering her lips with tongue…she kissed first to the thighs and. As I dismounted I heard her whisper to Sam."I think my pussy's bruised."I woke up at four-fifteen with a pair of beautiful green eyes looking into mine. Rhonda smiled and mouthed the words "good morning" without making noise. Her sister lay against her on the other side and Samantha was kind of half on me. We wiggled out of bed. Mom and Dad said sleepover rules were in force. We could all stay together, but we had to have proper sleepwear on. That didn't stop Rhonda from stepping out of hers as. , come on we all do it’ I hear him pleading to me through the door.‘Yeah we all do it but doesn’t mean you can perve on me doing it, dirty fucker!’ I shout back. Half of me is angry as hell but half of me did get a lot wetter knowing he was spying on me, if only he knew that I wanted him so badly.I turn the shower on and strip off and climb inside, letting the hot water cascade all over my body. God I just wish things weren’t so complicated, or at least I had somewhere to move onto so I could.