She gave me a beer and told me the story. While she was telling me the story, I realized she had been drinking for some time, as she was slurring her ...ords and not making sense from time to time. She drank three more beers while we were talking; I had two.Now, she is not a beauty queen, but she is attractive and has a nice body. She has great tits!!! She is the type of woman who has great sex appeal. There is something about her that you can’t put your finger on that makes you want to fuck her.. With all that intimacy, we could both stare amazed as it was happening, but we never done anything that could be objectionable because we grew up like brother and sister. But the latent chemistry was always there. I remember that it started happening when I turned twelve, whenever I approached him I had this weird but exciting feeling that never gone away, always in my mind, since I figured out what the word boyfriend really meant. But he never showed any real interest, as it should be.. She asked me if I was all right– I lookedawfully tired. In truth I was very tired: it had been ahot muggy night, and having mixed feelings about what Iwas to do kept me awake most of the night.I didn’t say anything as I watched her take the firstdrink. Then for some reason I rambled off about the hotnight and my inability to sleep. As she took anotherdrink, I nervously rambled on. I don’t know why I kepttalking, perhaps I wanted to make sure the drink worked,or at least. Holy Shit! I moved closer to the door. I didn't want to know what was going on, but I couldn't hold myself back. "What am I going to get out of this?" asked Lisa."I got plans," he said again.I peeked out between the slats into the room. I could see them clearly, in profile. He was sitting on the bed with his pants around his ankles and she was standing directly in front of him, fully clothed, hands on her hips, looking down, contemplating his semi-hard unit."Come-on baby," he chided her. "Just.