Even when I was very young, my body was already tuned to sexuality.

I remember getting a boner when in the bathtub or shower with my little sister up until I was 10 years old. About that time, Mom decided that we probably shouldn"..t be bathing together anymore. Funny that Mom cared about this but blew-off worry about so many similar cases. In the bath, my sister would grab my pointing 2".. penis, bend it down, and watch it spring back up. Even then, somebody else touching me was somehow electric.

In general, my parents weren"..t very modest around the house. They would walk around nude in the mornings until they were showered and dressed. Since we lived on the outer edges of the suburbs, we did not pose any kind of problem to the neighbors. The closest house was a couple of acres and a growth of trees away. The neighbors across the street were set back quite a bit from the lane.

We weren"..t farmers, but we had a few acres devoted to a lawn, a dirt go-cart track, and a not-so-level basketball court. Both Mom and Dad had decent jobs in the city, so we always seemed to have enough money for the basics (and a bit more).

I"..m pretty sure that my parents never have changed their morning dressing habits after all these years. It seemed natural to me and my sister, so we did the same thing.

When I was 12, I had my first sexual encounter. Not as a participant, but as an accidental voyeur. Mom and Dad have always been loud at night. It always sounded like laughing, tickling and grunting. Since they played with me like that, I had no idea that it might not be innocent fun. At school, we would talk about sex, "..pussies".. and "..tits".., "..dicks".., but even though I had been seeing the vital pieces for years around the house, I never had really put the parts together in my head.

One late night when I was heading to the kitchen to get some water, I heard the normal activity and sounds coming from Mom and Dad"..s room. For my entire pre-teen life, my parent"..s door would be closed when the kids went to bed. This particular night the sounds were a bit louder and I noticed that their bedroom door was cracked open. Wanting to join in on the fun, I slipped down the hall to their door, reached for the knob and froze. The first thing I noticed was four feet sticking out from the edge of the bed pointing towards the door. Two of the feet were connected to the backside of my Mom who was facing away from me bouncing on the legs attached to the other two feet. Dad"..s feet were pointed upwards and bouncing up and down with the rhythm of Mom"..s movement. I was about to open up the door further when I realized that Dad"..s dick was sliding in and out of Mom"..s pussy with each bounce. Now that was something new and different!

I stood paralyzed, afraid to enter, but glued to the scene. I watched for what seemed like hours (a couple of minutes) waiting to see what would happen next. Dad"..s toes curled and his motion now longer matched Mom"..s bounces. He said something about wanting her to come with him, but it didn"..t look like they were going anywhere. Dad groaned and froze. Mom moved even faster, then stopped moving completely, took in a big breath and squealed. That was the squeal I always thought was from tickling. Maybe sex tickles?

I backed away from the doorway and went into my room and closed my door. The glass of water was long forgotten. As I was slipping into bed, I noticed that my dick was as hard as a rock. In the mornings, I"..d always attributed my "..bone".. (as the family called it) to piss since it would eventually go down after I used the toilet. I didn"..t need to piss this time. I pulled down my shorts and took a closer look. It was bobbing up and down with my heartbeat. Maybe it always did that when it was hard - I never looked too close before. I also noticed that my dick was a little bigger than that last time I inspected myself - pushing 4"... No pubic hair like Dad, but a kind of white peach fuzz like my Mom had on her arms. I flipped the light off, rolled on my side and eventually went to sleep. Mom and Dad were none the wiser to my new education.

If it wasn"..t for that night, I don"..t think I would have paid much attention to my sister during our forays into puberty. Just the opposite ended up being true.

Michelle, my sister, is two years younger than me, with fair skin and rosy cheeks when it gets cold. During the summers both of us would get good tans because all we would wear for months were Speedo swim bottoms. Since I entered kindergarten, we spent every weekday afternoon, and every day during the summer months, at our neighbor"..s house across the street. My parents and the Samuels".. were best friends. They had one daughter, Kelly, who was about 6 months younger than Michelle. They were best buddies and usually did a pretty good job of including me. My best friends lived a few miles away, so I didn"..t get to see them except at school or on the weekends.

Mrs. Samuels was the sitter. She had a sign hanging next to the front door that said, "..Velma"..s Child Care"... Back then I never thought about it, but it seems comical now that there were never any other kids but us three even with her crack advertising campaign.

Velma was the best. She cooked.. she played hard with us and didn"..t let us kill ourselves being kids. To give you a relative age, when I was 12 she was 25. I guess if you do the math, she had Kelly when she was 16. Regardless, she always looked awesome and usually tanned all over. She had long brown hair, big boobs, tank tops and bikini bottoms all summer long. Tom Samuels was a couple of years older and worked in construction. He would usually arrive home from work by 3-4pm, so he must have went in early every day.


Behind the Samuels".. property, a creek ran which separated their land from the National Forest which went back for many miles.br>
At the end of a typical school day, Velma would pick us up from school, run us back to her house, fix a quick snack, make sure we did our homework, and then send us outside to play. In the cooler months, she would sit on the back porch and make sure we didn"..t go down the ravine to the stream. By late April, and past Labor Day, we would all go down to the stream.

To get there, we would hike down a small crevice under their back fence, drop down about 50 feet on a path, and then emerge onto large flat rocks that married right up to the stream. The water was cold year-round, but that didn"..t seem to matter to us. What was important is that we would get wet in the 3-4".. water for hours and then lay on the rocks to warm up.

Our fearless leader Velma would usually stretch out on a flat rock that was tilted perfectly towards the afternoon sun. Every day it was the same drill: She would lay out her towel, set her book next to the towel, wedge her Thermos of water between a couple of rocks, pop off her tank top, lay on her back topless, adjust her sunglasses, and then doze off. Did I mention she has b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l, huge, tanned knockers? She did, and big silver-dollar sized nipples too. Those nipples puffed a bit out from her breasts. I didn"..t see any to compare for many years.

During the months where we spent entire days at the creek, Velma would shed her bikini bottoms midway through each day. We took that as a sign to do the same thing and we would play naked for the remainder of the day. On those days, Velma would come down and put her legs in the water. Every time her nipples would become tight and long - they had to be near an inch long when she first put her toes in the water.

There were a few things I noticed were very different about Velma and my Mom. Velma was tan and Mom was pale. Velma had big tits, with barely sagged, big round nipples, and Mom had petite boobs that sat high on her chest with very small, skin-colored nipples. Mom also had bushy pubic hair, Velma did not have any. I liked the lack of hair because that was more like the two girls I played with all day, every day. Velma also had a bigger build and stood about 5"..9".. - very curvy with no fat. Mom was shorter and thinner at about 5"..3"... Both had brown hair.

At the creek, our daily activities included diving, dozing, yelling for fun, yelling at each other, laughing, wresting and splashing. Invariably, the three of us would end up in the middle of the stream tickling, splashing, and throwing each other. We were never too delicate where we did the tickling of each other. I"..m sure my dick was the first ever touched by the girls, and vice versa, their outer labia were the first pussies I"..d ever touched. Especially when we were all naked, the girls would notice my shrunken dick in the cold water. I would make fun of their pointy nipples. They would make fun of my pointy nipples. And then, we"..d start over again. Once in awhile, we"..d get a bit out of control and Velma would wade in to break it up. I probably caused a few extra incidents to cause those moments to happen. She would grab whomever she thought was the primary offender, hold that victim to her chest and head back out to dry land. It was worth the scolding on the rocks!

The girls would also make fun of my bone, too. The rock us kids would always use for sunning was right below and at the end of Velma"..s. Our towels were laid out in the same direction as hers side-by-side. When I would lie on my stomach, I"..d be looking right up the rock at Velma"..s crotch. She always splayed her legs apart "..for that all over tan".., so I never had a bad view of her bikini or bare pussy. If she was lying on her back, I had a view of her tanned mounds settled a bit to the sides, but very prominent. When I would roll over on my back, there was always a girl watching for my bone. 9 times out of 10 it was there sticking up hard in my shorts or straight up in the air if we were in our birthday suits. Kelly or Michelle would immediately yell "..Bone!".. or "..Bobby Bones!".. (Yes, my name is Bobby). I guess I was embarrassed at first, but it happened on just about every trip to the creek. The girls never tired of the joke. Kelly"..s mom never said anything about it and just leaned forward, looked at my wood, smiled and laid back down - every time.

The incident in my parents".. bedroom happened about midway through the summer. My 13th birthday was still a few months away. The very next morning, I was already seeing things in a very different light. First of all, when my sister and I collided naked in the kitchen fixing our morning Cheerios, my dick went from freshly-pissed and soft to rock-hard in no-time flat. Michelle noticed. She was close enough to press her finger down on my dick and watch it spring back. She said "..Hey, I"..m not big boobs Velma. You can"..t get a bone for me!” She laughed and sat down at the table. Crap! I just got wood for my sister!?! I grabbed my bowl and sat down across from her. My bone was still alive under the table, but I was able to eat, then head to my room, and slip into my Speedos without any other incident.

About 30 minutes later, Michelle and I walked across the street to the Samuels".. house and knocked as usual. Not so unusual was the door being opened by a naked Kelly. She looked like she had just woke up and her blondish hair was in a tangle. As we were entering the house, Michelle said kind of loudly, "..Bone"... She was right. While we were following Kelly through the living room, I stiffened up and had a little tent-action going. Kelly looked back and laughed. Velma, of course, heard the comment from the kitchen and told the girls to "..save it for the water"...

After watching about an hour or two of MTV (back when they played videos), we gathered up our things, the normal lunch bags and supplies, and headed down to the creek. It was actually a very standard day at the water. The big difference was what I noticed while we were there. Everyday things now seem a bit more poignant than before. The first thing I noticed was how often the girls would touch my dick under water. It wasn"..t just contact from rough-housing.. those girl fingers would make deliberate, but gentle grabs. The contact never lingered for more than a few seconds, but it was all day long. I think I was also presenting bone quite a bit more in the water than usual, but the jokes only happened on the rocks. I also noticed that I touched ALOT of pussy in the water. It never occurred to me before how often I would grab a leg too high or brush a hand or foot down into a crotch. Even more interesting was the way we would throw each other. Usually the two girls would have to each grab a butt-cheek to throw me forward. Since I was much bigger than the two girls, I would put one hand over a girl"..s shoulder onto her chest, the other hand under her butt cupping pussy and throw her forward. I"..d been doing it this way for at least a year, but I really paid attention to the flesh between my fingers that day. Can"..t say I felt anything of note, just knew I was at the door of unknown ground.

Not that same day, but during that summer, I noticed a few things about Velma, too. They seemed to be almost unconscious habits, but they somehow made erotic impressions on me and my bone. The first I noted was her method of applying tanning oil. She would liberally apply it between her tits in a pool. Because of the angle of the rock, it would start running south immediately. She would quickly set down the bottle and use both hands to rub the oil onto her chest and belly. What I had never noticed before is how much time she would spend at the titty peaks rubbing in the oil and kind of stretching her nipples upward between her fingers. More oil usually pooled in her belly button, so she would spread that out across her stomach and down under her bikini material. Once again, a closer inspection revealed that she spent quite a bit of time rubbing that oil into her bikini area under the protection of fabric. Based upon my experience with Mom"..s squeals when riding Dad"..s dick, I guessed the rubbing probably felt good to Velma. The final thing I noticed, my favorite thing actually, was that when she was lying on her stomach nude in front and above me, she would often lay with her hand between her stomach and the towel. My bone probably grew an extra inch the day that I noticed a couple of her fingers working the top of her pussy almost hidden from view. After seeing this happen a few times over the weeks, I actually saw the pink insides of her pussy. I had no idea! That was really cool.

A couple of weeks after my 13th birthday my world shifted again. It was November and the leaves were doing their normal shift from green to yellow to orange to red to brown to ground. We don"..t really have harsh winters, but it was already getting a bit chilly during the daytime. We had stopped our jaunts to the creek a couple of months before. On this particular Friday evening, my Aunt Betty, Uncle Robert and their three kids dropped in for the weekend. We had a fairly large front play room, so the kids decided to take over that room for the night in our sleeping bags. The only hold-out was my little cousin Robert who, at 7, wanted to sleep in his parent"..s room because of the strange house. We get to see my Dad"..s brother"..s family a couple of times per year, so most of us kids hit it off again like there was no time lost. Amanda is the oldest of the kids just about to turn 16. About 10 months behind her is Tom who is also 15. It"..s weird that they are the same age each year for two months.

Last time I saw Tom and Amanda, they were both a little shorter. Tom looks like he must be doing some lifting in High School and Amanda"..s boobs were probably more than two handfuls now. Since it was already well into the evening when they arrived, we were all sitting on our sleeping bags in the play room within an hour. Kelly was also over for the night since Michelle wanted someone her age to play with. Most of us were in shorts and tee shirts. Tom and Amanda had blue jeans instead of shorts (complaining that it was much colder up North where they lived). We had the sleeping bag arranged side-by-side in two rows. Tom, me and Amanda were in one row and Michelle and Kelly were in the other. The two rows met with our heads in the middle. Michelle and Kelly had their bags shifted down towards Amanda so that they could participate in big girl talk.

Coming up on midnight, Michelle told Amanda she was going to drop off to sleep and was "..going to get ready for bed"... She went to the bathroom, and we could hear her brushing her teeth. After we heard the toilet flush, she emerged from the bathroom naked and slipped into her sleeping bag. Kelly was on her way to the bathroom and I looked left and right at Amanda and Tom to see if they were fazed. I guess not, because they had stayed here before. That"..s when I first thought that I"..d love to see Amanda in the buff now that she has bigger tits. Kelly came back in the raw and also slipped into the sack.

I was about to get up when Tom jumped ahead. Amanda leaned over to me and said, "..I wonder if Tom will come out naked? He never lets anybody see him like that at home. The last time I saw him bare was just his ass the last time we were here.”

The only response I could think of was, "..That"..s right. Last time you were here I saw your tits for the first time. Are they still getting bigger?”

"..Bobby, I saw you staring at them when we got here. Yes, they"..re almost to a C now. If I"..m lucky I"..ll get my mom"..s boobs instead of your mom"..s."..

"..Yours are already bigger than my mom"..s. Betty"..s have to be a D+."..

"..That"..s double-D. And we"..ll see. The way this family works, maybe you"..ll see, too."..

I realized that the conversation was kind of "..adult".. and looked over to the other two girls. They had their sleeping bags overlapped and were talking and giggling in their own world. Whew.

After a few minutes of other small talk, I realized that Tom still wasn"..t back. When I asked Amanda if she knew what was up, she lowered her voice and responded, "..He"..s probably just whacking off. I"..ve never seen him do it, but he always leaves a mess in the bathroom.".. I guess she saw the look of confusion on my face because her next words were, "..You know, jacking off, cumming, white stuff, orgasm?” I shrugged my shoulders. "..Okay, you know how sex works, right?” I tilted my head in the affirmative. "..Good. The part that makes babies is when the guy"..s sperm gets into to the girl"..s egg. The sperm shoots out of your dick when you"..re having sex."..

"..Not out of my dick. I"..ve never had sex."..

She settled back a bit. "..Me neither, but I"..ve seen pictures of it."..

"..How can you see pictures of a dick shooting inside a pussy?” Yes, I really was a naive kid.

"..I don"..t know if there are any pictures like that. The ones that I saw were of women helping men shoot off with their hands and mouths."..

"..The blow job! We talk about that in the locker rooms at school.".. See, I can connect at least two dots.

"..Shhh. Yep,".. she said, "..but I guess you never figured out what happens at the end. Have you ever shot off white stuff?"..

"..Not that I know of...wait. A couple of times I"..ve woken up with white jelly stuff on my sheets. I have to grab the Kleenex to clean it up."..

"..That"..s the ticket. It"..s called cum. And my guess is that Tom is using his hand to shoot off right now. If you want to know for sure, just check the waste basket after he gets back out. You"..ll probably find a clump of tissue with cum in it. I always do."..

"..What are you going to say to him when he comes out?” I asked.


"..Nothing! He doesn"..t know I know."..

Tom came out about a minute later, naked and semi-hard. His dick was much bigger than mine. It was probably 6".. and much fatter than mine. He also had quite a bit of hair on top and around his balls. He kind of walked around Amanda in an attempt to shield himself and then slipped into his sleeping bag.

Amanda jumped up before I moved. She dropped her blue jeans to the floor and darted to the bathroom in her tee shirt and panties. I looked over to Tom to see what he was doing. I"..m not sure if he was embarrassed or not, but he was rolled-over in the other direction and looked to be going to sleep.

About 7-8 minutes later, Amanda emerged from the bathroom. A quick scan of the others showed that I was the only one looking at her. She was very naked and very beautiful. First thing I actually noticed were her eyes staring right into me. I could tell that she was looking for approval. All I could do was smile. That seemed to do the trick. She walked slowly towards me, sat down on the sleeping bag for a moment, touched my arm gently and then slipped into the sleeping bag. On the way in to the bag, I got a great close-up of her perky tits. What nice quarter-sized nipples. Just right. Her pussy had thin hair above and almost nothing down below. Unlike the younger girls, there was a protruding bump at the top of her slit that glistened in the light. It’s probably the top of the pink zone – like Velma’s. After a couple of moments, she reached back out to hold my hand and whispered, "..I was right. Check the trash. I"..ll stay awake"...

I squeezed her fingers and let go. Off to the bathroom I went. First thing I did was turn on the faucet to hide my activities. Not more than a couple of seconds later, I was opening a clump of toilet paper in the trash can. Sure enough, there it was. That was the same stuff, cum, that I cleaned off my sheets. I held it up to my nose. It had the same odor, too. Enough of that, I dropped it back into the trash can and went to brushing my teeth. A couple of minutes later I was done and ready to undress. Bone was back. Big time. It was no biggee if the younger girls were to see me, but Amanda has never seen me like this and my dick is a lot smaller than Tom"..s. I stood frozen for a few seconds and then gulped down my pride and opened the door.
Instead of a well-lit room, there was only a small table lamp on in the corner. I guess somebody was ready to sleep. My eyes adjusted on the way over to the sleeping bags and I saw that Tom was still rolled-over, the girls were still talking, and Amanda was staring right at my dick. Shit! I just about tripped over nothing, caught myself, and then quickly slipped into the bag.

"..You saw it?” she quietly said.

"..Yep"...

"..Can I ask you an embarrassing question?".. Her quiet voice was kind of shaky.

"..If it"..s about my bone, I"..m sorry."..

"..It is about that. Don"..t be embarrassed. I"..m the one who is embarrassed because I"..ve never seen a live hard dick before. Can I see it again?” she barely whispered.

Now, I didn"..t expect that! I kind of stammered and bobbed my head. She bent her head towards the flashlight on the desk at my feet. I quickly got up and slid back into the bag. The young girls were still oblivious and Tom was breathing heavily on his side. I unzipped the entire side of my sleeping bag and Amanda rolled her bag over and did the same thing. That was a pretty good trick since she never got out of the bag to roll it over. I turned on the flashlight in my bag to see how much light escaped. Not too bad. The flashlight had a fairly tight beam and the sleeping bag was thick material. I clicked the light back off. Amanda ducked her head under her sleeping bag and then raised the bags so she could see into mine. She reached her hand out and actually brushed my dick on the way to the flashlight in my hand! I"..m not sure if she meant to do that because she didn"..t flinch back at all and then she took the flashlight and turned it on. My head was out of the bag keeping watch while Amanda was checking out my goods.

It seemed like an awful long time had passed. I noticed that the skin on my dick was getting warm, so Amanda must have the flashlight pretty close to ground zero. I was about to duck my head into the bag when I felt her fingers delicately touch the very tip of my dick. O-H M-Y G-O-D!!! I know I must have bucked or flinched or something, but she tentatively wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started pumping slowly. About a dozen cycles into it, I felt something I"..ve never felt. My balls were tightening and my dick head was tingling like mad. Then it happened. I unloaded about 5-6 devastating spurts. It felt so good it was scary. A couple of more squirts and it was over. I don"..t think I made any noise. After catching a couple of breaths, I ducked my head into the bag. Down at crotch-level, Amanda still had a grip on my dick and was slowly milking the remains as it began to shrink. When she slightly moved the flashlight, I could see that her arm and cheeks were splattered with strings of my cum. In the dim light, I could also see the outline of her bare back in a fetal position towards my almost manhood. I reached down and stroked her back gently from neck to her behind. I was about to rest my eyes when I saw her tongue reach out and lick the cum from her arm. Huh! I watched completely stunned. It took Amanda only a few seconds to clean everything but her face. She arched her back and brought her lips up to mine, gave me a quick peck, and then slid passed me to the bathroom.

During this monumental event, more time had passed that I would have guessed because the younger girls were now asleep. Once noticing this, I slipped out of my bag and headed to the bathroom, too. The door was not locked and I opened it and closed it again with me inside. Amanda was drying her face and arms with a towel. She set it on the counter and turned to me. Wasting no time I leaned into a kiss with her. I had no idea what I was doing, but she seemed to be okay with it and eventually pried my lips open with her tongue. We swished tongues for quite awhile and sometime along the way I realized that my hands could explore at the same time. I wasn"..t long before I had sufficiently squeezed her butt every which way and kneaded her tits to perfection. She broke the kiss and led my mouth down to her left tit. I didn"..t waste any time and started licking and sucking. I guess I must have been doing okay, because she was gently moaning as I proceeded. At some point, I realized that there was a second tit awaiting service and switched over there. A couple of times I caught myself imagining that I was sucking on Velma"..s tits. If only!

While I was busy at work topside, I felt the back of a hand brushing insistently against my dick down below. My lame guess was that she wanted to shoot me again. When I glanced down it was just the opposite: she was working on her own pussy while I was sucking on her tit. Just like Velma only much more intense.

Not long after I noticed the southern action, Amanda increased the pressure on the top of my head and sent me down to her belly button. I"..ve never sucked on one before and hoped it would give her the pleasure she was looking for. A few seconds later, she pushed down again. Now I was eye to pink with her pussy. She was stroking her pussy with one hand and guiding my head with the other. With each upward stroke, her pussy lips would part showing all kinds of pink wetness. With each stroke, my head got closer, too. The smell was intense and pleasant. I tentatively touched the back of her hand with my own. She stopped for a moment and grabbed my hand. With quick progression, she moved my fingers against her pussy just like she was doing by herself. My fingers were stroking a pussy! On the lower-end of each stroke she would press my fingers inward. I could feel the velvety opening. Now I knew exactly where Dad put his dick into Mom. That had to feel good. After a few dozen strokes, I began to do the work myself and she placed both hands on my head. On the lower stroke I found that I could slip in further if I only pressed with one or two fingers. Surprisingly, on one stroke, two of my fingers slipped right in as far as they would go. I had to re-adjust my return stroke to get them out. Amanda moaned quietly on that move, so I began repeating it on every round. Her hips were beginning to move in synch with my strokes. Her speed started increasing, so I took that as a sign to increase mine. At about the time I thought my hand was going to fall off, and at the bottom of a stroke, her pussy grabbed my fingers like a vise and shot them right out of her pussy. Her legs seemed to be giving out and her hands on my head pushed my nose right into her slit. I couldn"..t breathe, so I opened my mouth. In doing so, I could taste the odor of pussy. I slowly reached out my tongue and touch the pink part in front of me. Amanda shuddered. I tried again and licked upwards. Her fingers gripped my head tighter. I repeated the tongue drive-bys a few more times and her hips started moving again. Not more than 20 licks later, she froze and let out a low wail. I stopped licking and she ground my face back into her. I continued for a few more tongue lashings and then she pulled my face away, apparently satisfied. She bent her legs and sat down with me. We kissed for the next few minutes.

My legs were starting to hurt in this kneeling position, so I sat my ass on the bathroom floor. Amanda giggled and pointed to my bone - hard again. She licked her fingers and then wrapped them around my dick. Just a couple of glorious strokes and then she stopped. She motioned for me to be quiet and lay down on my back. Deal! I laid back and she positioned her pussy right over my dick. I felt the tip of my dick being lined up with her pussy hole and then in one quick motion I was all the way in. Just like that, fucking! She moved her body up and down my dick just like Mom did for Dad. I kept imagining what our feet looked like to somebody at the doorway - mine pointing up and her feet pointing down. Not knowing that a guy might want to last more than 30 seconds, I didn"..t. I blew my load inside of her.

It was at about this exact moment that I realized I had just had sex with my cousin. Not only that, I knew that I shot the cum that makes babies towards her eggs. She took my static state as a message to grind on my dick hard. Not more than a minute later she was sweating and panting herself on my already slick body. She leaned forward and squeezed me tight and I could feel her pussy pulsing on my dick. It was so intense that my dick felt like it would be ejected like a missile. A few seconds later it was over and she just let her weight fall on me. I was freaking out inside.

Finally, I got up the courage to say a few words. "..Amanda. You realize that we"..re cousins and we did a really stupid thing. You might have a baby."..

"..You"..re right about the cousin thing. That"..s bad and I don"..t know what to say. Mom put me on the pill at 13 because she didn"..t want to be a grandma by accident while I"..m in high school, so no babies."..

I was mostly relieved, "..She made a good call there.".. Amanda didn"..t say anything, so I chimed in, "..Should we do this every time you visit? I had no idea how awesome sex would be or how it would be with you."..


"..If you asked me tomorrow, the answer would probably be "..no"... But, right now, Bobby, I can"..t think of anything else in the world I"..d rather do all day every day and with nobody else but you."..

After a bit of kissing and petting, we cleaned-up, and turned off the bathroom light. The door was already ajar, so it didn"..t make any noise as we entered the hall to the play room. We slipped in our bags, my hand on a tit and hers on my dick. I slept the sleep of the happily sexed.