I had no idea where I ws going to go, but I knew I would have to do something. When I came out James was already dressed. He smiled at me and said “...o, what's the plan?”I told him of the calls I had already made and asked for his advice. He replied “I think your best option is his Sister. If not her, call Barbara, is that her name? She can probably tell you who Jessica is.”I had not thought of that, but then again we had been drinking quite a bit. After pondering it I phoned Barbara. She. We're family. And best of all, I get to spend all week with her, with my parents not around to bug us.The first day of us being alone at home, big sister went to buy some groceries. She said she didn't want me to come with her for some reason; that she can handle it herself this time. So I sat quietly in my room, and made like the bookworm I am, reading a favorite book of mine, rather zoned out in the book as I reach one of my favorite chapters. Much like the feeling you get when you. I hear the dresser drawers open when he gets dressed. If real sex is anything like porn, I'd know if he was having it. I took five bucks, and opened it again to grab one of the condoms figuring if he was using them that fast he wouldn't miss one. No clue what I'd use it for but, hey, I'm 14. So I stuffed the money in the waistband of my boxers (I'd shed my shorts after the game) along with the condom and went to return the wallet. I could have kept it and watched him freak out about losing it,. He had an instant boner and it couldn’t be hidden because there were 8 inches of it. He turned away from the beach and went to the car, thinking that he could get a quick nap and forget about all this stuff that was turning him on. He got in, reclined the seat so that it was flat, and soon went to sleep, with the windows half open.By this time, Amy had climaxed, and she was literally lying there gasping for breath with her legs wide open and hands running through the soft sand. She saw the.