"Blood is Thicker Than (Frozen) Water" (closed)

[TiredFingers]

"Blood is Thicker Than (Frozen) Water"

(closed to CutiePie1997)​

Bobby King looked up at the sound of the bedroom door unexpectedly opening. He quickly covered his groin -- and the semi-hardened cock that he'd been gently toying to life -- as best he could with both hands.

"Carla!" he called out in a combination of embarrassment and shock. "Knock, will ya?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

(Sorry, my pic is out of context. Imagine her not out of doors but inside your room.)

Carla was as shocked to see her fraternal twin brother as Bobby was to see her. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Angela's room!"

Though her sibling anxiously hid his manhood behind his hands, Carla did nothing to hide her womanly features. The semi-sheer cloth of her crop top only barely hid the large, brown nipples of her unbridled, B-cup titties. And her even more sheer panties made it more than obvious that the skin beneath them had been relieved of the kinky dark blonde hairs Mother Nature had placed there originally.

Carla noticed how Bobby was staring at her and asked with a feigned tone of annoyance, "What? It's not like you haven't seen me in less than this! I caught you peeping at me and the girls when we were skinny dipping this summer. You were supposed to be at Richie's house, not at home!"

She couldn't help but smile. Her joy was partially at revealing something she knew that Bobby hadn't. But mostly it was because she knew that her sibling had spent most of his time looking at her! Six girls in the pool naked or mostly so, and her brother was eyeballing her!

 

[TiredFingers]

(Hell, you can use a pic like that out of context to your heart's delight.)


Bobby's shock at the intrusion gave quickly way to another form of surprise: his reaction to seeing his sister's body so well displayed, here in his bedroom. Oh, he'd often seen her in skimpy bathing suits or other such form revealing clothing during their formative years. And yes, as she would accuse in a moment, he had spent well much of one night ogling her and her mostly nude girl friends -- but mostly her -- as they splashed about in the pool and Jacuzzi or back and forth between there and the house. It had been one of the greatest nights of his life, which he topped off by beating himself off to not just one but two incredible orgasms.

But somehow this was different. Well, not somehow! He was in his underwear with a boner, and she was in her practically see-through top and her most-definitely-see-through panties, standing here alone with him in the bedroom in which he should have been alone.

"Angela dumped me," he explained when Carla questioned his reason for being here. "She headed out the front door fifteen minutes ago. That guy she met on the chair lift said he could get her into a tavern up the road, even without an ID."

Angela had been Bobby's dream girl since they were in 7th grade, and this past Fall Term she and he had finally began dating. He was going to lose his virginity to her tonight, a momentous occasion that obviously wasn't going to happen how. Bobby knew that Angela had been with other guys over the last two years -- she claimed only 2, but the word was that it was more likely close to 7 -- but he didn't care. He'd loved and lusted for her since before he'd started growing hair in his boxers, and tonight he was finally going to fulfill the dream of a lifetime.

When Carla accused him of ogling her now and of having ogled her in the past, Bobby felt his face and then his shoulders explode in red. He could have denied it but didn't. She was a beautiful girl -- young woman -- who liked being admired, so why shouldn't he admire her just because they were twins?

"Why are you here, Carla?" Bobby growled in a low volume, not knowing who might be out in the hall beyond the door. "And more importantly, now that you know I'm here, why haven't you left?"

 

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Carla's eyes widened and her mouth fell open at the news that Angela had run off with another guy. Worse yet, a guy who she'd only just met. And even worse yet, the night she was going to take her brother's virginity.

Yes, yes, Carla knew all about that. She'd peeked over Bobby's shoulder one day to get his numeric password for his phone. Ever since, any time he wasn't guarding the device, Carla snuck away with it, quickly downloaded its contents to the Cloud, returned it, and then perused the information at her leisure. She'd been spying on her brother for months. She knew full well that he was still as pure as the virgin snow and eager to do something about it asap.

When Bobby asked why she was still here, Carla began explaining about her surprise for the current target of her lust, "I was going to surprise Lance. We've been flirting all day, and I told him that once the guys staying in his room had gone off to get their cocks wet elsewhere, I'd stop by. I told him in no uncertain terms that I was coming to his room."

When Bobby gave her that And...? expression, Carla continued, "I found him in bed with that slut from the coffee shop at the resort! The door to his room was open, I cracked it open to make sure he was alone, and I found that red headed cunt bobbing her head up and down in his lap. Fuckers!"

She couldn't tell whether Bobby felt some sympathy for her or not. He was, after all, standing there with his cock and balls practically in his hands.

"I can't go to his room, I can't go to my room--" When Bobby asked why not, Carla continued, "As soon as I left Rosie locked the door so that she and Maggie could get a bite of each other's pussies. They weren't expecting me back, duh, and now they won't unlock the door."

She shrugged her apathy about whether or not Bobby cared, then practically danced her way across and onto his bed. "I have no place to sleep, I'm more naked than not, and I'm cold. So, I'm sleeping in your bed."

She pulled back the bedding, slipped into the cool sheets, and told her brother, "Turn out the lights. Oh, and you might want to lock the door. You don't want anyone seeing you in bed with your sister. I mean, unless you want to sleep on the floor, which is perfectly fine with me."

 

[TiredFingers]

Bobby wasn't at all disappointed to learn that his sister wasn't going to be opening her thighs to that fucker Lance. It wasn't that Lance was a horrifically bad guy or anything; Bobby simply didn't like the idea of any man's cock being inside his twin's pussy. His feelings were one part brotherly protection and one part envy; Bobby had fantasized about having sex with his sister since they were in their midteens, maybe even sooner, clear back to when he truly began to understand about sex and all its pleasures.

When Carla bounded onto his bed and announced that she was going to be sleeping in it tonight, his still hard cock twitched excitedly, as if it thought that wonderful night of fucking and sucking had finally arrived. That wasn't going to happen, of course; Carla was going to hijack his bed and put him on the floor and that was that. Fuck!

But no … that wasn't going to happen. This was his room. Bobby had had to pay his roommate $40 to spend the night elsewhere so that he himself could have Angela here for the night, only to then find out that he'd been jilted. Bobby looked to the other double bed in the room; it was now missing its mattress, stolen for use in one of the rooms where there was an excess of girls whose giggling Bobby would likely have to listen to until a chaperone came by for the fourth or fifth time to tell them to settle down.

He looked back to his bed and to his sister who had rolled away from him after pulling the bedding over her. He contemplated the situation for a moment … then thought to himself Fuck it! before turning out the overhead light and getting into the bed next to his sister. Bobby preferred to sleep on his back, but his still erect penis made that a little awkward; he lifted his head and saw the tent of bedding over his groin. He sighed, then rolled to his side away from his sister.

"G'night, Carla," he said barely over a whisper. "I hope you're happy."

 

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Carla had rolled away from her brother, snuggling up under the covers. She smiled silently to herself. She knew that this was bugging him crazy. For many reasons.

First, he'd always acted nervous around her when she was dressed in anything less than everything in her closet. He got aroused at the sight of her in anything skimpy. How many times had he had to hide an inadvertant and ill timed erection?

And now here she was in her sexy, see through panties and bra in his bed? He'd gotten hard as soon as she'd entered his room. She couldn't actually see is erection. But he'd had to shift his hands, one up, one down, to hide the lengthening of his cock.

Second, this was his room for tonight and tomorrow night. She had invaded his space. She didn't know about the fifty dollar bribe to his roommate. But Carla knew Bobby had intended to lose his virginity here tonight.

Third, of course, was that he wasn't losing his virginity tonight. That HAS to fucking SUCK! she thought to herself as she waited for him to either slip into the bed or take one of the two blankets from atop her. Carla remembered losing her own virginity with fondness. That was unusual for most females, or so she'd been told by her girl friends. She hadn't suffered the pain most young women did. She'd been using vibrators, dildos, and vibrating dildos for almost a year before a cock was ever inserted into her. And she'd had a girlfriend, too, who had helped her discover the wonders of sexual pleasure.

And lastly was a combination of all of the above. Bobby yearned for her, Carla knew. Didn't matter that she was his sister. He yearned for her, and she was practically naked, and she hadn't shown any concern that he'd seen her looking so sexy and inviting, and she was in his bed, and he was stiff as a rod, laying next to her now.

He had to be ready to explode with anxiety, Carla knew.

And unfortunately for Bobby, his sister wasn't the kind of girl to let a simmering pot cool. She rolled over to find him on his side, as she had been. The moonlight shone on the curve of his jaw and bared shoulder and arm.

"Are you disappointed, Bobby?" she asked softly. When he didn't immediately answer, she pulled on his shoulder to turn his upper body toward her. When he met her gaze, she asked with soft sympathy, "Are you disappointed that you aren't going to lose your virginity tonight?"

 

[TiredFingers]

Bobby was still very wide awake when his sister rolled over and asked him if he was disappointed. He didn't immediately understand about what she was referring, but then she rolled him her way and expanded on the question. Bobby was sure to leave the lower half of his body on its side as much as he could; he was still stiff as a board. He didn't answer for a moment but only stared into Carla's eyes.

"Do you really think this is the right time to be talking about losing me losing my virginity?" Bobby asked with a disapproval tone, adding, "While I'm in bed with my sister … who is practically naked?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

Carla responded to her brother's question immediately and bluntly: "Why is it the wrong time? Because you've always wanted to be with me?"

She saw the reaction in Bobby's face, but before he could speak a response, Carla laughed and challenged, "C'mon, you're not going to deny it, are you? You've wanted to have sex with me probably since the first time your jerked yourself off to a happy ending."

 

[TiredFingers]

Bobby was going to deny it -- wanting to fuck his own sister, his twin, no less -- but he was so shocked by Carla's accusation that no words came out of his mouth when he opened it. He wondered if here in the low light of only the moon beyond the window she would see the blush that exploded through his face and shoulders.

"I've never wanted to be with you, like that," he lied unconvincingly. "You're my sister. That's so wrong I … I don't even know what to say about that."

He did know what to say about it, of course: Please! Please! Please, Carla … will you have sex with me? Will you take my virginity and make me a man? But that wasn't going to happen, of course. They were brother-sister. He rolled away from her, feeling his cock swelling back to almost painful hardness again. He wanted this conversation to end … or … did he? Before he'd ready thought about how it might continue the conversation, he told her, "And I don't think about you when I masturbate … usually."

 

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Carla laughed at her brother's claim, quickly clarifying, "I didn't say you think about me when you beat off, Bobby! I said that you'd probably been thinking about fucking me since before..."

She ceased explaining herself as she realized exactly what Bobby had said. She urge him to roll and look at her again. When he didn't, Carl sat up in the bed over him. Her ankles were crossed beneath her haunches as the grasped her brother's arm and pulled him to his back to look at her.

After they'd stared at each other a moment, Carla asked with a sincere tone, "Do you, Bobby...? Do you, you know … when you masturbate … do you sometimes imagine that you're with me?"

 

[TiredFingers]

When his sister rolled him to his back, Bobby instinctively raised the knee of the leg nearest Carla to lift the blanket over his groin. His cock was rock hard, lifting it at a 45 degree angle from his groin; the 8 inch long rod would have tented the sheets and embarrassed him even more horrifically than he already was.

Bobby simply stared into his sister's eyes for the longest time, contemplating her question. To tell her he didn't fantasize about having sex with her would be such an obvious lie that it seemed a waste to even pretend it wasn't true. Every guy who'd ever seen Carla in anything that showed off her body had gone home that night -- if waiting that long -- to masturbate to the fantasy of being inside her. Hell, Bobby could need all his fingers and half his toes to count the number of his friends and school mates who had stated plain and clear that they wanted to fuck his twin.

"Sometimes," Bobby finally said at barely more than a whisper. "Sometimes not."

He'd glanced to between her parted thighs for a moment when Carla had first rolled him to his back, forcing himself to lift his eyes. He tried to not look again now but failed. The cloth of the tiny panties from between her belly button and crotch had been sheer and left no doubt as to whether or not Carla shaved or waxed or lasered or whatever girls did to rid themselves of pubic hair; the cloth beneath that that was actually over her womanhood wasn't sheer, but still, it was so thin and fitted so tightly to her that it showed off the folds of her labia almost to the point of making it seem unhidden at all.

Bobby forced his eyes up again, then asked Carla regarding his fantasies about her, "Do you hate me for it?"

 

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"No, Bobby, God no," Carla answered without hesitation. "I could never hate you for any reason. You're my brother."

They stared at one another for a moment. Carla had caught Bobby glancing at her crotch. It would have been as hard for her not to notice as it had been for him not to look. It didn't bother her.

Actually, she felt a bit guilty for sitting this way. And yet, she did nothing to change her posture and hide her thinly shrouded pussy from him.

"I've thought about making love to you, too, Bobby," she said to him in a soft voice. Her lips spread a bit in a smile before she asked, "Do you hate me?"

 

[TiredFingers]

Bobby was reflecting so solidly on his sister's use of the words making love to you that he almost missed her question about whether or not he hated her. When his mind finally processed the words, he laughed nervously and responded, "No, of course not."

They simply stared at one another for a moment. Bobby wondered what was going through Carla's mind; was it Well, since we're here, and since we have both fantasized about having sex with each other, and since we're both legal age and there's nothing illegal about it... But, that was unlikely, of course. Taboo fantasies were one thing; acting on them was a totally different thing.

"So … now that that's out there," he said with a humorous tone, chuckling afterward. "Is it, um … I mean … are you going to be able to sleep next to me now … now that we've talked about that … this, I mean? I mean … should I sleep on the floor now."

Bobby laughed again, a bit too loudly probably, before saying, "I mean … I wouldn't want my manly animal magnetism to, you know … cause you to do anything you know you shouldn't do."

 

[CutiePie1997]

"So..." Carla began, hesitating for a moment. She continued, "...making love to you is something I shouldn't do, is what you're saying."

Her lips spread in a devilish smile as she waited for his response to that one obviously inappropriate thought. In her mind, Carla was thinking the same things Bobby had. They were 18, and in this state, sex between legally aged, blood related adults wasn't legal, even if most would call it immoral.

 

[TiredFingers]

Bobby's eyes widened at his sister's question. He chuckled with a bit of shock. "Well, yeah...! Duh!"

He was expecting Carla to crack up laughing, showing that she was only joking around with him. Despite being his same age, less about 4 minutes, Carla had always seemed more like a years-older sister; she matured before him physically, mentally, and emotionally, and sexually she was light years ahead of him having had however many lovers she'd had. She'd also been quick to put him on in the pass, to tease him, to toy with his head, and to play practical jokes for which he nearly always fell hard.

That's what she was doing now, right? Toying with him? She would surely burst out laughing any second … right?

 

[CutiePie1997]

But Carla only stared at her brother with that slightly devilish smirk on her lips...

She was waiting to see what more Bobby said on the subject. Would he challenge her, accusing her of messing with his head. She did that a lot. Always had, likely always would. He'd always been gullible.

No, not gullible. He was trusting. There was a difference between the two in Carla's mind. Bobby trusted that Carla would never do him serious harm. She'd never embarrassed him horribly in front of others. Well, maybe in front of some of her friends.

But hell, sisters were supposed to do that, weren't they?

Carla had never tricked or fooled or misled him in front of his own friends. He'd never live down her practical jokes in front of his asshole friends. No, in her mind, that was off limits.

Which brought her thinking to this moment. Was she punking him? Was she leading him on, wanting him to think she was offering when she wasn't? Was she ready to laugh as Bobby if he was to ask Really? You want to have sex with me?

No.

That, too, was off limits in Carla's mind. How horrific would that be for him to actually get his hopes up and then be laughed at for his naivete? How would he face her every day for the next six months? They would each be going off to their chosen colleges in September. It was only February now. How could Bobby face her every morning after she'd done some thing so horrible to him?

No, Carla had made up her mind that, if the occasion ever came, she would indeed fuck her brother. Ironically, she hadn't made that decision tonight while laying next to him, half naked. Carla had made that decision the night she caught him staring at her while she skinny dipped in the pool with her friends.

The question was this: if she made it clear to him that she wanted to have sex with him, would Bobby want the same? As they were both thinking, fantasizing and fulfilling fantasies were very different things.

 

[TiredFingers]

Bobby returned his sister's stare, but without the smirk that was spreading and lightly curling her lips. He waited for her to laugh or in some other way reassure him that she agreed with him, that the two of them having sex with one another was, most definitely, the wrong thing to do.

But … she didn't! Carla simply continued to simply look him in the eye with a look that was somehow familiar. It took Bobby a moment to realize where he'd seen that expression before; it was how Angela had looked at him just before she'd leaned in and kissed him for the first time several months earlier. So … was Carla about to kiss him? Or … even more?

"So..." Bobby began softly, wanting desperately to break the building tension but not having the slightest idea what he would say. He wasn't about to step into another one of Carla's practical joke traps, so he wasn't about to ask anything along the lines of Do ya wanna fuck, Sis? But at the same time, he didn't want the conversation to end. After all, the two of them were discussing their own fantasies of having sex with the other … incestuous sex … brother-sister love making. That was not a conversation Bobby had any interest in seeing end too quickly. He began to speak, found he needed to clear his throat, then asked, "So … if … if it isn't, you know … inappropriate to ask … what did, um … what did we do in your fantasies … you know … the ones with me?"

By the time he got the last word out, Bobby realized that he was trembling deep down in his core. He clutched his fists together, thinking that might help him gain control of himself, but all that did was very noticeably crack some of his knuckles, as if he was getting ready to engage in some sort of bar brawl.

 

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Carla's smile widened even further at her brother's inquiry. He was trying to lure her in. She knew that. He wouldn't make the first move. She knew that, too. He wasn't about to put himself out there on the edge of the practical joke cliff and risk her pushing him off, then laughing about it every day for the next six months until they went their separate ways.

Fine, she thought, knowing this was the way it was going to go anyway, I'll make the first move.

Carla unfolded her crossed ankles and scooted closer to Bobby. Her hip pressed up to his, with the blankets crunched between them. She leaned over and placed her right hand on the mattress near his left waist. She looked right down into her brother's eyes.

"Well, many of them began with us simply getting close," Carla began in barely above a whisper. She added, "Like this."

 

[TiredFingers]

Bobby's heart only seemed to pound harder and his trembles only seemed to intensify as his sister slid across the bed closer to him. He felt his cock twitch anxiously and was so thankful he'd raised a knee to lift the bedding and hide his rock hard erection. He listened to her speak about how her fantasies about him often began and found himself wanting to know more … so much more.

"And … so … after, you know … after we got close … in your dreams," he barely managed to get out.

 

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"Dreams?" Carla asked, continuing, "Dreams are something in your head while you're sleeping, unconscious. You don't control your dreams, brother. Fantasies. That's what we're talking about here..."

Carla reached out to Bobby's face with an extended finger tip. She manipulated an out of place lock of hair back into place. Then, gently, she caressed the finger down her brother's jaw line, to his neck, over his collar bone, to his fit but not to muscular chest. She watched the end of her finger as she revolved it slowly around Bobby's nipple, smiling when it seemed to get a bit stiffer.

"I like that that excites you," she said softly. She pressed the edge of her nail to the sensitive flesh. "Some guys, their nipples don't harden when toyed with. Not noticeably anyway."

She looked back into Bobby's eyes, bent the elbow supporting her, and lowered her upper body and, of course, her face closer to him. Her right breast was now in contact with him, just above his lowest ribs. She answered his earlier question.

"In my fantasies, after we get close to one another, like this, and I stare longingly into your eyes," Carla continued in her soft, seductive tone. She licked her lips. She let the tip of her tongue remain noticeable for just a moment before retreating it back into her mouth. "You come to realize that your hand is just inches from where my thighs meet. You realize that with just a slight movement, just a small reach, you could very easily slip your fingers inside my panties. You could find the warm wetness of my pussy."

 

[TiredFingers]

Bobby was becoming more shocked -- and more excited! -- with every moment spent so close to his sister. She was caressing his body, causing pleasure, enhancing his deep trembling, and causing his cock to twitch almost painfully. And she was describing to Bobby how he'd ... Oh, God Almighty ... how he'd touch her pussy in her fantasies. Detailed explanations of how he'd put his fingers inside her panties!

This was an invitation, wasn't it? This was no longer a practical joke, to embarrass him in a way only his sister could? Bobby was torn about whether he should take the risk and move his hand as Carla had described. Beyond being torn in uncertainly, though, he was frozen in fear. He told himself to go ahead and go for it, and yet when he tried to move his hand, nothing happened.

"I, um..." he began, stopping as he drew a deep, excited breath. He was in a quandary: he wanted to badly to do as Carla was describing, but he couldn't get himself to make that first move. "I … I, in my … in my fantasy … um … well, in some of them … most of them … I … I do touch you … you know … down there. But usually … usually, sometimes … most of the time, I mean … you kiss me first."

 

[CutiePie1997]

Without hesitating, Carla lowered her face and met her brother's mouth with her own. Her lips were slightly parted, and she pressed her tongue forward to encourage Bobby to part his, too. She then engaged her twin in a very slow, very erotic, very passionate kiss.

She could tell right away that Bobby had never kissed in this way. She encouraged him to match her lips and tongue with her own. Down below, Carla pressed her bosom against his chest, shifting her position slowly but erotically to indicate to him that she wanted more than just a kiss.

When she lifted her mouth from his after what had had to be at least a minute, Carla whispered to him, "Your turn to fulfill a part of my fantasy, brother."

With that, she lifted from his enough to let him view her body. She raised her upper knee, again exposing her crotch to him. Carla could feel that her panties were already getting wet from the anticipation.

 

[TiredFingers]

Bobby couldn't believe how good a kisser his sister was. He couldn't believe that he was kissing his sister, of course. But once he was, he couldn't believe the shiver rushing up his spine that was caused by doing to. He followed her lead, letting Carla's lips and tongue guide him. In his mind, he imagined how good this would look in a romantic or erotic movie. Fuck!

When she pulled back and told him it was his turn, Bobby could feel the blood rush from his face. He'd never touched a girl -- a woman, was probably more proper -- below her belt except for the few times he and Angela had been laying in his bed grinding their still-dressed bodies. He'd reached in between his prospective lover's thighs on a couple of occasions, but Angela had always stopped him, telling he was going to have to wait.

He had, of course; she'd finally told him he'd be doing more than simply handling her between her thighs tonight. And then she ran off with another guy.

But, sometimes things work out in the absolutely, most strangest, un-fucking-believable ways. Bobby hesitated a moment, then asked timidly, "You want me to … you know … touch you … there?"

The response was most positive, which made Bobby smile with delight. He couldn't believe he was about to do this: he was going to touch a girl's pussy. And not just any girl; his sister's! He hesitated another moment, then slowly slid his hand over the sheet toward Carla's groin. He flinched when he contacted her thigh, then slipped his fingertips onto it, then his whole hand up to lay upon it. He was so close to that little patch of womanly heaven that he could feel the heat coming off of her.

Then, screwing up his bravery, he looked from Carla's face and watched as he moved his hand until his fingers were on the crotch of her panties. He showed a bit of surprise, saying, "You're wet. Is that … are you supposed to be wet?"

Bobby listened to his sister's answer, then slid his finger tips up and down the length of the wet spot between her thighs. He looked back to Carla when she reacted to his touch. He pressed a bit harder against the satiny cloth, staring into his twin's face. He whispered, "Am I doing it right?"

 

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Carla was afraid her brother was too frightened to go through with what she'd suggested. But a moment later, he was reaching and she was feeling his fingers upon her crotch.

She gave a soft little moan at his touch, shifting her hips to press against his digits. When Bobby asked if he was doing it right, she purred again and said softly, "Oh, yes."

She pressed against his fingers again, which encouraged him to touch her a bit more forcefully. Carla reached her free hand to his, took control of his fingers, and directed them inside the thin cloth of one leg.

"Touch me," she whispered. "Touch me, not my panties."

 

[TiredFingers]

Bobby freely let his sister manipulate his hand all about her privates. She knew what she was doing; he most certainly did not. He felt his fingertips slip in between her flesh and the cloth of her thong, then felt the wetness and warmth of her juice coated pussy lips. Another shiver ran up his spine as he realized what he was doing. He moved his fingers clumsily between the panties and pussy, feeling them getting coated with her natural lubricant. He was actually, finally touching a girl's most intimate spot … and it was his sister.

This was so wrong and yet so right at the same time. Bobby looked into Carla's eyes and nearly begged, "Teach me how to do this right."