Ten minutes later I shut the door slowly, turned around and found him sitting on one of the tables. He was still fully dressed, but I could see he was...hard. I slowly walked over him biting my lip. I stopped inches from his body. He also licked his lips and he started sliding his finger through my bare thigh…“What’s up, Anita?” He asked me with his best silly expression.“You know what I do want… don’t be so naive…” I answered him. “Just tell me, Anita…” He insisted.“I want you, Daddy… I want you. It would be open season on anyone who comes near me." Precisely. And I don't feel like doing whatever my father would come up with. I'm sure it would involve what they used to call 'an honest day's work.' That usually involves the business end of a pick or shovel, or the carrying of heavy loads on construction sites. I would much prefer something more cerebral in nature, and I'll confine physical activity to more pleasant pursuits. Such as chasing around a certain little water nymph that I. In fact, we all get along really well. My parents are very open with us, and my sister and I were unusually close. Even after my parents gave me the sex talk, my sister told me all of the things they left out, like all of the positions and various activities people did during sex. I always felt close to her, and she genuinely liked me. Sometimes she would come in my room just to be around me, and we would listen to music or talk.As I neared eighteen, Sara started joking around with me about. I could not believe that she was out growing the 32-B already, but then again her mother was a busty lady.I didn’t even know why she wanted a new bra she rarely wore the ones that she had. Take that day for instance she was not wearing one under that little white top and her nipples were hard and quite prominent. I knew it wasn’t cold in the car so she must have been excited. Either it was the fact that she wearing so little, the cotton material rubbing across her nipples, or possibly the fact.