“Maybe we could work something out,” she said wickedly, as she dragged her hand down to my balls.With one simple look and a few words, she had me....I knew that very soon I’d find out just what Mandy meant by “punishing someone”. Suddenly doubts flooded my mind; had I made a mistake? Just what did she have in mind?We headed back to the Pain Room and waited patiently for a bench to become available. Mandy now cuddled up to me with her arm around my waist and her head on my shoulder.“You know I’m. Who can sit in church looking at your sister thinking……The ride to the restaurant was tense. I didn’t want to sit there and eat breakfast. I couldn’t believe it, Mary was running her foot up and down my leg, sitting right there at the tablewith our parents. My sister smiled at me. My sister the tease. I have a prick-tease for a sister. Well she is more thanThat, but at a restaurant table, WTF. We got out of the car in the garage andshe lagged behind. At the door to the house she. She laid back again on the bed, spreading her legs. Her pussy gaped open for us both to see and it glistened with wetness from the dull light in the cabin. She looked up at me and motioned me down. I knelt shuffled forward and slid my cock into her. She groaned loudly and her hands went to her breasts. Her pussy was wet, warm and tight like it always was and I pushed full length into her as I gripped her hips. I began sliding into and out of her, watching her face and listening to her. This is it. This was the start of our relationship. That day I went home and again chatted whole night only about kissing and asked her if she had kissed anyone before. She told no and I asked her can we smooch tomorrow. But she asked she doesn’t know to smooch and all so I was like don’t worry I will teach you and the whole night I explained how to smooch.The next morning we went to class early as usual and the first thing was we went to another classroom beside ours which was dark we sat on.