Sister Sister Sister! Sometimes you are so selfish. Like this afternoon when you fucked Ed. I saw you on the old pier. I saw how you played him, rubbing your butt back against him while he showed you how to cast. And then when you hooked the fish ... Where did you learn to squeal like that? When I tickled the pee out of you?

I admit it was a big fish, a nice looking one, glinting all silvery in what slight sun there was. But it was innocent. I mean if you were going to eat it, that would be one thing, but to use it the way you did.

So there you are on those old boards, or more properly on Ed’s cock. Sliding back and forth, making it all slippery with your juices.

He was in your ass, wasn’t he? I could tell you liked it. I could tell you liked the way his hand pressed your mound, his thumb rubbing your clit just right. It looked like you had a glorious cum, your asshole squeezing his cock so hard, clench after clench of coming. Oh, the way you squeezed that phallic fish! More than symbolic, and a dead giveaway.

So I have this picture. I’m going to get it printed and framed, and we can hang it on our bedroom wall, and when we have guests over, they won’t know if it was you or me getting such a good fucking. They won’t know whether it was me or you caught that fine fat fish.

Let this be a lesson to you, sister of mine. Next time, we do him together, just like last time. It’s only fair.

Fishy Fish in the brook
Sissy catch him with her hook.
Stuff him in her naughty hole,
Fuck the cum from his big pole.