She brought one hand up to cup the back of his head as his mouth moved from one hard, rosy bud to the other and back again. Her breathing quickened as...she watched her dad suckle her breast. It felt as though there was one nerve coupling her breasts and some mysterious point deep in her lower abdomen. Her dads hands and mouth caressing the firm mounds of flesh were setting off hot flares of exquisite pleasure that vibrated through the core of her womanhood. His lips left her her breasts to trail. She took us in the kitchen and made something for us to eat while she called our parents and told them where we were. It turned out that our parents had been searching for us for some time, and Dad came to get us. We could tell right-a-way that he was very upset with us for doing this. Dad, however, was nothing compared to our Moms. They hugged us and kissed us when we returned home, but then shook us good."Don't you EVER do that again," they told us in very loud voices. We had never seen them. "I suppose so," he said. "But what was that about gender and brains?" Your gender is what sex you believe yourself to be," said John. "Youbelieve you are a girl, so your gender is female." But I'm a boy between my legs," said Michael."That is where the problem lies," said John. "Your body is that of aboy, but you have the mind of a girl." Should I have the mind of a boy then?" he asked."You should, but your mind is female instead," said John. "And you dowant to be a girl between your legs?". My stomach turned at that idea. I begged him. I struggled to break free. He told me to shut up and open my mouth. I wondered if my sister knew about this side of him when he drove his cock between my lips. With my eyes shut tight, I took his cock. I could hear his labored breathing above me. His cock twitched inside my mouth, it grew and throbbed…. and he kept moaning, telling me he always knew I was a good slut, and then he shot a load of warm salty goo all the way inside my throat. He did not.