Is part of being boys. Grace is a babe ... and getting better every second ... my ... umm ... doesn't care she's my sister, no more than I care you're...married to my dad ... I get hard ... I'll get hard ... it's part of growing."This was my two past lives speaking ... the teen was turning red and trying to conceal the rampant member ... three of me in this body was getting crowded. My old brain knew what was going on ... my young body couldn't stop it ... didn't want to stop it ... couldn't wait. A couple hours later, John was awakened by someone knocking at the door. When he opened it there was a guard with a food cart, and some folded clothes. In a friendly and compassionate voice the guard said, “Miss Gilford fixed supper for you earlier, and asked us to deliver it. As for these clothes, several of us are about your size, so we got you some casual clothes to wear when you’re in your room. We thought it would make it feel less like a prison.”John replied, “Thank you. The casual. She lifted her right leg & started squeezing my dick with her feet.I was on cloud 9. After about 2 minutes of fingering, she moaned & squirted. Her juices started to flow down through my hand & I has just gone mad. She winked at me & asked me if I was enjoying.It seemed that she was enjoying the foreplay. She licked her juices from my hand. And spit on my dick.I started rubbing it, then she asked me to stand up. I stood up obediently, I could feel she had taken entire control over me. She lied. ‘Thanks for noticing.’ Problem was ‘time’ wasn’t the only thing getting hard. I had to quickly sit down before I started to poke through my pants. ‘Hey! Where’s my hug?’ Lynne demanded. ‘Shit!’ I thought to myself. I could already feel Mister Stiffy straining against my pant leg. Lynne ran up to me and pulled me tight into her body. I hugged her back but tried to keep my back arched to avoid lower body contact. No good. Lynne pulled hard against the small of my back. There was definite contact.