Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to spread my legs for her touch. Between the splayed cheeks of her athletic bum my inquiring fingers found the object of Roger's affection. When I left for college, I kissed my sweet innocent little sister good-bye. The air conditioner was blowing cold air on her, goosebumps rose on her skin, making her nipples press against the clammy inside of her top. Buried in the coarse hair of her pubis my nose nudged the turgid stem of her clitoris causing her to mewl like a kitten. Biting her lip softly to fight the chatter of her teeth, she grabbed a to small towel from the shelf over the toilet in the bathroom, then her red vynyl bag off of the table top containing her key and other items stowed in there for every occasion that may arise. Her blood was thin and flowed freely. She donned the bottoms of her bikini. With one last glance at the door, she went into the sterile white bathroom and pulled her nearly dry bikini down from the shower rod. She left the car and walked toward the fenced area where the large pool was.