I was so alone. Day after day I had waited for him… What started off as regular, romantic dates, eventually turned into a few sappy text messages s...ying “Miss you xoxo.” I was finally starting to give up, even having thoughts that he found something better… Or someone. As my melancholy kept clinging to me, I kept clinging to anything from him. Reluctant to leave, and dying for more…. I was out of my mind. To fill the agonizing time between my encounters with Vincent, I often read smutty. It was when I was jerking off my cock in the storage room in our home. Guess the room was to have been a bedroom but our parents never finished it and it became the back room where we kept everything from camping gear, Christmas ornaments, clothes, to a bed which was my play bench. When I wished to jerk off I would go to this room, strip my clothes off and lay on a mattress which was stretched out on the top of a bed frame and play with my cock. I tried to roll up into a ball and suck my cock. However, byinstructing us to cross first, we had to walk naked passed the firstsissies in the line and they could not help but stare lustfully at ourpeachy curvy bodies. There was even a murmur of curiosity as theyrealised one of us was a real girl but the other one was like them, asissy.Janice and I felt slightly embarrassed by having to cross in front ofthem whilst naked but it was obvious that the naughty sissies wereutterly unable to do anything about it. Their ankles were chainedtogether. When I looked up, I had four pairs of staring eyes fixed on my chest."What are you lot looking at?" I giggled."Fucking 'ell sis," said Trevor."What, you're not hot then?" I said, using my discarded bra as a fan."Shit! will you look at those," some one whispered loud enough for me to hear.His words made my nipples erect and my pussy moist."I'm going to my room," I announced and turned to leave."We're going to listen to Bill's new CD," stated Trevor. "Want to come to my room and hear it?" Sure,".