My penis springs from its restraints and her eyes widen, that never gets old. My pants fall to the floor as she nuzzles my manhood and looks at me for...a reaction. I only meet her with a smile but the animal inside me is begging for release. She leans away and starts a slow stroke on my shaft.“Is this what you wanted?” She knows damn well it is, she's testing my control.“It’s a good start.” I reply, quickly pulling my shirt off over my head, a distraction to keep myself from overthinking. Her. Grandma and Granddad were making a trip to their mission in Kenya. They were flying in a single-engine plane when the engine failed. It crashed and all aboard perished. Mom and I moved in with Great-Gram and Great-Gramp. We lived there until Mom got her law degree and we moved to Philadelphia for her work.”“Maybe that was a sign from God that evangelicals shouldn’t be doing missionary work.”“Kit -- it’s my family we’re talking about.”“Sorry...”“Actually, I do agree with you. I don’t think. Slowly I looked up Jim was smiling there with a toothpick hanging out the side of his mouth and one gold tooth with a star cut out. i looked back down and noticed his nipples where protruding from his wife beater shirt and looking on down was the biggest bulge in his pants that followed his leg to about mid thigh.Jim said “don’t worry punk you gonna love this, i already am an i jus got hea! Go get me a beer punk ass bitch” i guess i wasn’t moving fast enough and Jim hit me with a backhand. Too bad they hadn't checked 'certain' barometers (or didn't they care?) to determine how far along their children's sexual awareness 'curve' they had already traveled!Cilla had the hardest time in school. Most thirteen year old boys in her school were still ambivalent toward girls, while some others took the Bud Bundy route: They'd grab at Cilla's 34C boobs while yelling, "Honk, honk!" It wasn't HER fault she was inheriting her mother's big tits!This development didn't exactly get by Tim who.