Taking My Sister Part 2
Three years had passed since me and my sister Melanie had started our incestual relationship in the bathtub of our home at the tender age of seven. Now we were both ten and after that episode not a lot had happened between us, sexually or otherwise. School had just restarted after the summer and we were both in 5th Grade of Junior High. Our school was a just-verging-on-old hell-holeish cesspool of scum located about five miles from our home and called Shermerson Junior High. I hated the...