Her dark red hair spread out like a fiery halo around her head. Later that evening, she had second thoughts and told her mother what had happened. I tried to read something from her expression that would tell me that she was feeling different too. When I left for college, I kissed my sweet innocent little sister good-bye. And then felt his fingertips on the knots gathered at her waist, carefully untangling them. She moaned, bathed in the sensation and then she felt the rope giving way, falling loose and carefully peeled, now soggy with her lust, from around her chit and out from between her labia. With a small laugh of triumph she went inside. Biting her lip softly to fight the chatter of her teeth, she grabbed a to small towel from the shelf over the toilet in the bathroom, then her red vynyl bag off of the table top containing her key and other items stowed in there for every occasion that may arise. There was my beautiful baby sister, smooth and tan and naked, and one of the best-looking young men I have ever seen. The feel of her firm young boobs was wonderful and the dress, stretched tight across the back of my hand, a sensory bonus.