Also, Sean doesn't keep too close an eye on his little sister, me, Lois, though I'm eighteen and he just turned twenty. So, at least I'm not hovered o...er twenty-four, seven. I've even dated and had a guy back to my room overnight (Strictly platonic. Well, not really, we fucked all night, it was wonderful, the sex, that is, he was a bit of a jerk. Well, more than a bit. But the sex was good, really good).Three weeks ago, on a Saturday, Sean was sitting around one morning studying when I got up. She had sculpted blonde hair, and, for the time and her age, precise flattering makeup. Violet eyes often are a cliché, but hers were really more blue than violet.I was to learn that Vivian, in many respects, had the mind, body, and appearance of a superb manager or management consultant. In school so far, however, I just knew her as quiet, always having the answer to class questions, and gently popular without being overly social.Lois came into the room and saw the problem. She went to. My sister shooting the whole process out of different angels. And she did more. She showed me her beautiful big tits. It felt like my cock even grew a little bit bigger. Or harder. Depending on the viewpoint. I enjoyed myself. I didn’t want the thing to end too fast. So I began edging myself. Jerked of slower, faster, with less ore more pressure until I came to a point were I had to spit out a load. She took a close up of it. I messed up my T-Shirt. Soaked that thing in sperm.The resulting. Emery looked at Sean’s mother and, in a very soft voice, said, “I seem to remember a story or two about Leprechauns.”“Same here,” Sean’s mother said.“Are you real Leprechaun?” Mrs. Emery asked.“Yes,” Liam said. He looked from woman to woman feeling very uncomfortable all of a sudden. He noticed the two men standing behind him. He muttered, “Why is it that I suddenly feel like a worm surrounded by robins?”“Get him!” Mrs. Emery shouted as she reached for the little man dressed in green. As if by.