Better get her to school before it's too late

"Well," you hum, trying to decide what to do as your younger sister clings to you, her eager young body trembling with excitement. You are torn, your body wanting her even as your rational mind is screaming at you to push her away. You can still taste her mouth as you look down at her, her large eyes with their permanent come-hither look watching you carefully.

"We... we'd better get you to school," you repeat, fighting your basic instincts for the moment. "We can discuss this later tonight," you suggest quickly as tears begin to form in Joan's eyes, your hand moving up to cup her chin as you bend down to kiss her full lips once more. "I'm not rejecting you," you assure her in a soft whisper, "I just want your first time to be somewhere more special than the backseat of a car."

"Really, John?"Joan asks doubtfully, her eyes looking hurt as if you had physically pushed her away.

"Yes, really," you assure her again, your fingers caressing her neck, "I've never lied to you."

"Okay," Joan nods finally, sitting back up in her seat and straightening her tee-shirt as you pull the car back into traffic. The rest of the drive to her school is relatively quiet, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you until you park the car in front of your old high school. "So we'll talk tonight?" Joan asks pointedly as she leans over to you again, the soft swells of her breasts pressing hard against your chest.

"Yes, tonight," you agree with a smile, bending down to kiss her lips once more.

"Thanks, John," Joan smiles as the kiss ends, her hand lingering on yours for a moment before she gets out of the car, hurrying across the schoolyard towards her friends. You admire the sway of her hips in her blue jeans quickly as you put the car into gear and pull away, your mind racing in anticipation of continuing your 'conversation' with your younger sister.

You still can't get the memory of Joan's lips against yours as you pull up in front of the gym. Glancing at your watch you see that you're a little early; Janis said she wouldn't be there until 9:30. Figuring you'd rather be early than late, you shut the car off and walk into the gym. It's been years since you set foot in a gym, not since high school; but the smell and sounds are the same as you remember. The perky little redhead behind the reception desk tells you that Janis is already there and in the back warming up. She assures it's okay for you to go on back as she smiles at you in a rather predatory way, her eyes lingering on you as you walk away from the desk.

You follow the directions the receptionist gave you, winding your way down a hallway lined with windows, glancing in and admiring the numerous women dressed in tight clothing as they exercise. You linger at one window for a few seconds as the class of women all bend over in unison, presenting a variety of spandex clad derrieres to your gaze. Your eyes run over each woman, judging and appraising each ass as they unwittingly offer them up to you. You probably would linger longer but a stern glance from the instructor hurries you on your way.

Finally you come to the door the receptionist indicated, knocking quickly as you open the door. The sight that greets you as you open the door causes you to freeze in astonishment, your mouth dropping open as you stare in astonishment at your older sister.