Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in my little sister nude. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than my little sister nude,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “my little sister nude” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “my little sister nude” climax ever recorded.