Carrie laughs watching him kiss me. I have Carrie sit on the couch, light all the candles I have around the living room, turn of the lights and sit ne...t to her. I touch her hand and lean in and we beging to make out. Our hands gently caress each others breasts and hair. Occasionally, one of us leans in further and kisses the neck and ears of the other – something that we both absolutely adore. As we continue to make out, Carrie puts her hands up my dress, pulls my thong down and slides it off. Her look had grown softer today, now appearing almost confused by him. He had been doing it all week, and he had made sure she never saw a flicker in his look. He made it clear he was genuinely happy to see her, and it seemed to finally be cracking her fortress of solitude. That at least gave him a little more hope that he was not completely doomed to failure.He left quickly after school. He had gone to his locker and grabbed his things, and then walked straight out the door, not even waiting. Their father stops bickering with Hannah and turns on Kevin too, interrogating him about his life. Suddenly, Hannah's hand rests gently on Eric's thigh, stroking it lightly. He looks at her curiously, but she keeps her eyes on the spectacle around them. Her fingers walk up his leg and slowly unzips his fly, her palm resting over his package. He tries to ignore the sensation of her hand wrapping around his length and stroking him gently, at first. Quickly, she tugs on his cock, the blood in his. His young, hairless dick was pulsing with need. At fourteen, this was a highly common occurrence. Normally, he’d just stroke his four and a half inch boner until he came on himself, but with Linc sleeping over it would feel so much better to get his best friend to do it for him. Except Linc wasn’t in the bed where Sam expected him to be. The boys always shared a bed when they slept at each other’s house. Each being the son of a single parent, Sam’s dad and Linc’s mom never objected.Sam and Linc.