She frowned, slightly perturbed that anyone would lock the pool. 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. Tears of pain started in her lemon eyes. He laughed, bitter and short. I'm a girl, she said. She was only vaguely aware that something was occuring on her thigh, just above her knee, when she felt his hand pressing against the inner surface, forcing it to slide apart, widdening her. There was my beautiful baby sister, smooth and tan and naked, and one of the best-looking young men I have ever seen. Within seconds, a torrent of love juice flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. The thought had always seemed abhorrent to me.