And apparently neither can you,” she said as she reached down and – another first – lightly grasped my rigid cock. As I climbed the stairs the delicious scent of Mom’s breakfast activity drew me like a magnet. After several minutes it was as if I awoke and realized that my hand now rested on my sister’s, which in turn still rested on my thigh. I worried that if our evening, this first social outing for my sister ended with tears that she might never try it again. Did I detect just the slightest touch of makeup? To say that I was in shock as I watched it fall easily and silently to the floor would be a massive understatement. I relished weekends and actually liked my room for studying. I thought to myself “this is a one-off…wonderful, but it can’t happen again,” and assumed whatever had happened between my sister and me was at an end. We sat silently for long moments; me taking in the beauty of the night, the moon on the water, the odd cloud skudding by and Lucy also gazing out over the ocean, remembering, I realized, her times here with Craig.
