But “will”? My hand, encouraged, did more than brush as I gently cupped her breast and fondled it, my thumb moving across her stiffening nipple as my sister’s moan was replaced with “oh god…Tom…that’s so good…” and almost to herself “feels so good”. XXX But even then it was a new thrill to me to feel Lucy’s warm, sometimes panting, breath on my neck, against my cheek, on my chest. A quick, almost furtive, kiss and we unbuckled and headed into the house. No, now she pressed herself totally against me so that we began melding together the heat from our bodies. I could see a lonely future for her. So few that, in fact, we sat at one intersection and waited out two full red lights as Lucy and I
