It's always the kind ones. Also, how did I miss an entire room in the house? Sure, we never go in Mom and Dad's room, but that's just absurd. Turns ou..., they're both switches.Dad looked up from his book with a wide grin, "Ey there, bud! Happy twentieth!" He pulled out a little box and tossed it to me. With the training of thirteen years of soccer, I very nearly kicked it out of the air before Addy caught it. "So dat's what all t'ose martial arts were good for, huh?" Dad chuckled before ducking. 'Sorry ,sorry', we both blurted out simultaneously as we parted. We then laughed awkwardly together.'Its alright', I reassured him. 'We avoided a serious mishap there'. He handed me an empty glass which I held up to receive the juice from the jug. His hand was shaking as he poured firstly his glass then mine. Was he having doubts?? I thought.,he sat beside me, silent as if in deep thought. Time for action I thought, I had felt his bulge and pressed my face against it ever so briefly and I. I was quite tall, five foot nine inches, and both slim and curvy. I have striking Nordic looks, maybe thanks to some long-ago Viking ancestor: high cheekbones, clear blue eyes, and long straight blonde hair which I usually kept out of the way in a pony-tail. All in all, whilst I might not get stopped in the street and offered modelling contracts, I garnered plenty of second glances and wolf-whistles. My open face looked sweetly pretty and innocent, whilst the curves of my tits, waist and ass. “I missed us,” he murmured, trailing kisses up her face until he met her lips. She reached up to pull his face closer, her breathing becoming increasingly faster, and he rolled himself on top of her. She reflexively spread her legs to accept him and the feeling of his weight pressed against her caused heat to build up between her legs. He pressed his hips closer to hers and she could feel the tent building underneath the thin cotton of his underwear. “I missed this,” Jacob said. “That whole.