Chapter 121 What Big Sisters Are For:>7

"Here, the angle's wrong," Darcy said. She lay down on the bed, next to me. She held her boobs in position, squeezing them forward. I froze. To this point, this had all been stuff my sister was doing to me. I'd never even moved, actually, unless you counted the spasms of my shlong. Now she was lying on her back, waiting for me, and it felt weirdly like a big step. As if this was some new threshold we'd yet to cross.