"Are you tired because you maybe stayed up playing Soccer last night?" he asked me.I looked to him in shock. I had played soccer the night before, in ...he park at like 10 oclock, because my mothers husband, Keith, had thrown me out of the house for the night. It was a rural park so it wasn't like it was close to downtown. "Umm, Mr.C,,,"I was trying to find the right words to say. "I like your style. You a very good soccer player. You know school try outs are next week. Mr.J and I are coaches. I. Let's get you out of these clothes" and between him and me, she was immediately as naked as we were.Right then, Amy walked in, also now naked, as the guys surrounded them both, hands everywhere."Omigod, this is the party I've dreamed of, look at all these hard cocks," my sister exclaimed as she was feeling each one."I'd love to be the first guy, Beth," Phil said, as he lifted his huge cock up for her to hold. It had to be over ten inches, her eyes were wide as she admired his offering."Mmm,. God knew they were older. And the ritual itself would not have worked had my will been weaker than hers; ergo, I must have some form of power over her. I was kind of banking- or at least hoping- that it would be that she had to do as she was told.She looked at me, her expression hardening, but shrugged. "Given that I can't 'do that again', as you ordered,- Really!- how on earth do you get out of that thing? And why wear it in the first place? As some means to keep your breasts from potential. “But is it worth getting to know better?”“It’s highly rewarding.”“It has that promise, yes.”She raised her glass to her lips and I mirrored her, staring into her eyes as she sipped lightly and licked the rim of the glass. My sip was only slightly larger than hers, and I savored the taste as she took her time swallowing hers. I watched the warm brown of her face amid soft black curls and glanced down the straight lines of her body, thin and probably well-toned, and wondered if her breasts were.