This particular night I was late getting to the party because of work and a beer run. I finally showed up around 8 or 9. We always kicked off around s...nset. I was in faded blue jeans, a maroon heavy long sleeve pull over shirt with my ball cap. When I walked through the door she was sitting in the chair directly across from the door. Long curly brown hair, brown eyes, she was 5'5" tall and weighed maybe 110, pale skin. I stopped and stared. To this day I don't know how with me being shy. I. I didn’t even have a modem yet.I heard a scream; it was my sister. And she came into my room saying, “Thank you, thank you, thank you -- for your computer. I thought you were kidding me? Now, I can turn in homework on it, yippee!”She stopped and said, “Is that your new computer, Big brother?”She rarely used that expression on me.“If you weren’t my brother, I would give you a kiss,” she went on to say.“If you weren’t my sister, I would let you kiss me,” I said, in a moment of weakness.“Are you. He motioned me to lie down on the table, and I did face down with my face cradled in the hole and face support. He pressed down on the soles of my feet which are ticklish, but this sent pleasure through me, he didn’t move his hands which would have tickled. Then he gently rubbed his dry hands up my calves and down again and then up to my thighs and down again and then up my back to my neck and back. The dry contact was unusual and felt intimate somehow. He then opened my legs and knelt between. Michelle’s mouth felt dry. That was even bigger than anything her tentative explorations of her own pleasure had let her experience. It seemed like it would destroy her. MJ didn’t have long to imagine, because it was time to discover it for real. Flash rubbed that massive cock back and forth over her cunt. MJ gasped as a jolt of surprise pleasure reached her brain from his rubbing.“Yeah, you’re a fucking slut. I’ve always known it, you can’t wait for this.”Then his hand guided his cock to her.