My sister fell. She broke her leg.
Mother told me to bathe her, so I did. It was nice.
I liked her thighs. They were smooth. They occupy my thoughts.
Next time, I touched her breasts.
I watched her undress. She saw me. I walked in. We kissed.
That was 5 years ago.
I have hair on my parts now. We have done more than kiss.
Mother is always busy. Father is a drunk.
We live in a small house. We share a room.
Life is good.