"I sure would," his little sister hissed, reaching for his zipper again. "And you know they'd be more than happy to let me play with their pricks.Know...ng that she was right, he just stared at her with disbelief as she opened his fly. While he sat in stunned silence, she reached in and gently withdrew his soft, limp cock, staring with awe at the warm prick in her trembling hands.In spite of the circumstances, the soft touch of her fingers on his prick sent a warm, tingling glow through his. For example, I would make an excuse that I was going down to Tom’s, or some place like that. Then I would wait, and creep back up to the bathroom where Jason was waiting for me to shower.We would wash each other, smiling and kissing softly, not even daring the softest of whispers, but communicating only through eyes, face, and touch.We had learned to make love in the shower as well, and while it was neither extremely comfortable or intimate, it was not overly complicated to execute, and it was. Fortunately, Megan was too upset to realize by that omission that Lisa already knew her story."You know, you're right, Lisa. I think that's an excellent idea," I said with a big smile at Megan. I took her in my arms, holding her tight, and kissed her. I felt Megan stiffen as I first held her and kissed her. After a few seconds, I felt her relax somewhat and her mouth opened to accept me. I heard her whimper softly in my mouth."Oh Patrick," she whispered quietly as I stopped kissing her. "If. His brow furrowed. "You don't like me very much." It wasn't a question.Melissa shrugged noncommittally. "I don't know you. It doesn't help that you're here in my bedroom, staring at me." I'm not staring," he protested. His red face said otherwise, of course.Melissa unconsciously crossed her arms and hunched her shoulders. "You didn't answer my question. How long have you been watching me?"He laughed softly. "You're worried about that? With this?"Melissa frowned as he gave the room-and the world.