In the daytime, he seemed to not want to talk to me as if not to remind himself of what had happened. A week and a half went past without anything in...eresting occurring, I regularly watched him longingly from across the dinner table in the early evenings. We talked but it was never a lengthy conversation, he seemed too shy. However this spell ended very suddenly and dramatically one night when I was ill in bed, him and another boy were in my room talking about all of our brothers. Fred had. She was sexy as all hell, doubly so because I’d watched her with Dave and Jeremy. She came and sat at the kitchen counter with a lot of leg and bare hip showing right up to her waist.“Breakfast?” I offered in a cheery tone.She nodded. “Chris was just getting up too. She’ll be here in a minute and be hungry too.” We often teased Marcia because she could sleep though a major war and was usually the last one out of bed.I put on a triple order of scrambled eggs in one pan, and started to reheat. I think it took about 5 minutes for us both to get down to our underwear. So when I took off her panties and she spread her legs there unfurled (really there's no better word than that to describe it) the most beautiful, thick, red-lipped vagina splayed over a traditional (read: hairy) triangle of auburn hair. I k** you not, my balls churned and while I didn't have a full-out orgasm, I spurted out enough pre-cum to cover my glans and get my pubic hair wet and sticky. I knew we were in for a. The humiliation of being caught by my father was something I will neverforget."Thank you," I responded to try to prevent further digging."Right, now for the make-up," she said. "Turn round, face me and do asI say."Several minutes later, she stood back and looked at me. "Done!" shesaid, reaching her hands out to me. "Now stand up and look at yourselfin the full length mirror".Rising to me feet I padded across the thick carpet in my stocking cladfeet. I was astonished. Before me I could see a.