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 There she was, sitting like grandma was in the story. Her legs were up in the air, the right one lowered slightly. Her back was arched, pushing her firm tummy into the air, her chest slowly ascending and descending as she breathed. Her light blue eyes that I looked into night after night were shut tight, her hands submissively above her head. She panted my name out into the night as I finished reading Grandpa’s journal.  I crawled over to her silently, not wanting to disturb whatever strong mental image she had created with my words. Her legs parted with the lightest touch, parting them to give me room to climb over her. I placed my hands into hers, lacing our fingers together as I lowered my lips to hers. Then she laughed. “Jesus Marco, I was just kidding,” she giggled. “You’re such an ass, you kissed me!” “You’re the one panting out my name, writhing around like a little seductress, Lilith!”   Lilith was her name. Our parents couldn’t give us normal names like John or Susie, they HAD to name us Marco and Lilith.  “Yeah, that was the joke. Obviously Grandpa wrote that as a joke. Think about it, Grandma’s name was Marge. Maybe they were into role playing back then?”  We picked up the journal, shoving it back into a box of old stuff that had once belonged to Grandpa. Journals, love notes, and different mementos from Marge to him. It couldn’t just be a joke. It had to of been his sister, or was he twisted enough to fabricate the whole thing. And then I realized what I was thinking. If he was twisted enough to think about plowing his sister, he was twisted enough to make fantasy journals and notes about it. Poor Grandma Marge got sucked into his fantasy.  I shook it Escort Küçükyalı off as I headed downstairs, but the idea was stuck in my head. That night as I crawled underneath my sheets, vivid dreams of Lilith came to me. Ohhh Marco stick it there. Yes yes yes give it to me! I heard that all throughout the night in my dream, and when I would wake up during the night I could still hear it. It was coming from Lilith’s room.  I carefully tip toed to her room in the early twilight hours. Lilith had awoken, and was taking advantage of our grandparents heavy sleeping to pleasure herself. I could hear her, tossing and turning, convulsing wildly as she slammed her finger in and out of her obviously wet pussy. “Marco yes yes take me now! Fuck my pussy like that yes, do it like Grandpa did to Grandma! Fuck my brains out! Hnnnn!” As she came her body collapsed on the bed. She giggled and breathed those quick, shallow breaths I was so used to on the lonely nights when I was home by myself. I hesitated, wanting to enter her room, but unsure of what her reaction would be. My cautiousness overcame my hornyness as I began to make a plan. I walked back to my room and thought over what I would need. Our grandparents would be away for an entire week in three days to go to a family members funeral. That was when I would enact my plan. During those long days I prepared, spending hours on end in the attic, shifting and moving boxes all over the place. Our grandparents were almost deaf, and my sister was out when I made preparations.  Finally the day came that they left. Slowly their car pulled out of the driveway as I went to take a shower. Lilith would Kartal escort be gone almost all day, so I had a long time to think about what I was about to do. The water cascaded across my back as I thought of the moral repercussions of what I wanted. Who decides what’s wrong and right? Society. Who makes up society? Individuals. With that logic, it means its up to the individual to decide for themselves what’s wrong and what’s right. What I knew was this, I had been with my sister for all 17 years of her life. I was there when mom and dad died. I was her shoulder to cry on, her rock, her brother… and there it was. I was her brother.  I toweled off, and headed downstairs to make the final preparations. I cooked a full meal for Lilith and I, spreading it out on the table, a friend of mine bought me a bottle of expensive wine. I hung up long red curtains, cutting a path from the stairs to the attic, hanging old movie posters from there on the wall. In the attic itself was an old projector, a screen, and a single chair just big enough for two people to sit in, yet small enough where you would have to sit intimately close together. Long curtains draped from the ceiling to the floor, covering all the boxes I had pushed to the walls. Along the walls were ten candles, five for each side. They were lit, and set enough light for me to be able to start the movie when the time came. I had found the movie the other night in a box of Grandpa’s most precious memories. It was a pristine copy of Casablanca. The movie Grandpa saw with Marge, his lover. After all the final preparations were made I waited for Lilith to come home from her friends. Suadiye escort bayan She walked in the door with a puzzled look on her face asking, “what’s all this? This all looks amazing! Don’t tell me you did this all for me,” she said, hoping she didn’t come home too early. “Are you waiting for your girlfriend to get here?” “I broke up with her a while ago, tonight is for me and you.” I smiled as all my doubt melted away in the face of her beauty.   We sat down and began to eat. We laughed, and talked about how embarrassing the other night was for me. We talked about how our days were going, about boys and girls, about anything that came to our minds. We were very open with each other, sharing our intimate secrets. Neither of us drank, so we only had a half a glass of wine each. Just enough to wash our meals down, and get a light buzz.  I walked over to where she sat, taking her by the hand, ushering her towards the stairs. “I have something ready for you. It’s a little present.” She was in awe as we walked up the stairs. The lighting was perfect, hitting the dark red curtains just right as we walked towards the attic. I led her into the chair, starting the movie as I blew out all the candles, darkening the makeshift theater I had so carefully prepared. I sat down next to her, and quickly she realized what movie we were watching. She looked over at me, blushing, trying to thank me for what I had done for her tonight. I put a finger to her lips, whispering, “shhhhh,” as the movie continued to play The longer the movie played, the more I could feel her body relax against mine. After 15 minutes she shifted her body to the left, throwing her legs over mine, placing her left arm behind my back, the right arm around my chest hugging me. She rested her head on my shoulder, whispering something barely audible. Not wanting this night to end too quickly because of my inexperience I simply held her close to me, inhaling her sweet pheromones, and petting her gentle body.

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