Chapter 8

Adults Only

I love my sister and despite the perverted nature of my fantasies. I don't ever want to see her hurt. I want to know what's wrong and help make it better. I go into the house, trying to figure out a way to approach her, without giving away how I know she's upset. Fortunately, she left her bedroom door open when she went back to answer her phone. As I peek in, I see my sister lying on the bed, her head buried in a pillow and I can hear her sobbing. As I watch her body heaving up and down on the bed, I walk in and asked her what's wrong.

"It's not fair!" she says, between sobs. "That's what's wrong!" She turns toward me and lifts herself up on her elbow. Her swimsuit top has slid to the side and I can see her nipple poking out over the top of the material.

"What's not fair?" I ask, trying to focus on her face, instead of her half-naked body.

"It's not fair that girls have to walk such a fine line all the time," she cries. "What do guys want? I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do. If we let them fuck us, we're sluts. If we don't let them fuck us, we're prick teases and if we don't let them touch us at all, we're frigid. What the fuck am I suppose to do?" She turns her face back into the pillow and begins sobbing harder.

I watch her lying there crying, trying to figure out what to say and how I can help her. As I walk over and sit on the edge of her bed, I can't help but notice how her swimsuit bottom has ridden up into the crack of her sweet, round ass. Remember, I've just seen her naked and have been stroking my cock outside her window.

I wonder who was on the phone, but as I'm about to ask her, I recall that I shouldn't even know about the phone call.

"What happened, Lisa? What brought this up?" I start rubbing her bare back, trying to comfort her.

"Tony broke up with me." I hear her muffled words through the pillow.....