I couldn't help but glance down toward the water, too. But just then, a wave of nervousness passed through me. Were we seriously considering going down there to f**k? Right now? I glanced at the house, wondering where our mother was. And why the f**k she had set us on this course to begin with? Was this some sort of goddamn joke? Christ, I was on fire! My c**k was still pressed urgently against my sister's crotch, and I knew she could feel it twitching.
I needed to get some release. Right f*****g now. But I resisted. Oh, for the love of god, I resisted! I don't know how. Or why, really. When I look back at this moment, I still can't figure it out. Where had my resistance come from? Some niggling sense of doubt deep inside of me kept me from pushing it. I wanted this. God did I want this!
