I licked around her hole and flicked it with my tongue. She reached into her night table next to her bed and pulled out a vibrator. Turning it on, she...rubbed it over her clit and in and out of her pussy. “Stick your tongue inside me Philip”, she ordered. Like a slave I obeyed her without the slightest question. I slid my tongue into her as far as it could go and wiggled it around. I could feel her body shake and spam as she surrendered to the feeling of my tongue and her toy. God she was a hot. My soul was cleansed. I experienced the wondrous clean slate feeling I once did on exiting the confessional.I also enjoyed the lack of swing shift time stress but missed its excitement. My energies were diverted to school activities, chauffeuring, tutoring and baking. My cinnamon rolls and cookies established our house as the hang out for neighborhood kids. Our yard as an unofficial playground which attracted more kids than the neighborhood city park with its swings and teeter-toter.While I. A few minutes later, my mom and I were making eggs, bacon and pancakes down in the kitchen when we heard my father and Tim walk down the stairs. My eyes found my brother's and we both smiled telling each other we were going to be ok."Sit down boys, the food will be read in about fifteen minutes," my mom announced cheerfully.My father and Tim talked and I went to serve them both a cup of coffee. I couldn't help but look at Tim and felt him lightly touch my leg. Just one touch from him could get. She suddenly stopped, dropped my hand and squatted in the shallow water to pick up a brightly colored shell. The beautiful girl seemed unashamedly at ease in this Garden of Eden. She closely examined her treasure. She stood and held it up for me to see."See how the red pattern swirls in the center? It's perfect," she declared.I nodded. I had woven a crude sack with palm fronds and some wire. It held the last of the soap and toiletries we had salvaged. She opened the bag and dropped the shell.