When I finished she just grabbed the bottle between our chairs and took a healthy swig, after which she shook her upper body in a cute girlish way. Se...med as she did not plan to leave too soon. And how she was sitting there in front of me. Butt on the edge of the seat, legs spread wide, one dangling over the arm rest - just like she was trying to provoke me. I could not peel my eyes away from her. In her crotch the pants consisted of hardly anything more than the seam and this little bit. This left my uncle Carl as the only male adult to visit the shore house and he could only break away for a long weekend during the Fourth of July Week and again on Labor Day weekend. Fewer six days I was the only male in the house, that entire summer.I turned thirteen that year. I had begun to sprout hair and my voice was cracking, yet, the same rules prevailed as they had for the past seven years. Therefore, I was nude most of the time. Aunt Grace again had the housemother responsibility for. I have to work really hard to reach out for the towel. I wrap it around myself and go into my room. My waitress uniform is on the bed, pressed and clean. I feel tears well up, my Mom is so wonderful. I wish I could be wonderful back to her. I sit down and cry, I do that a lot nowadays.“Here is how this is going to work, sweetie. I know Mommy and Daddy are sleeping upstairs. If you are nice and quiet they will not get hurt. If you are not nice and quiet you will get to watch them get. ..across her ribs and under her armpits -- cupping her sports bra constrained breasts. The bra made her breasts frustratingly flat and unmoving. I grabbed the bottom of the bra and pulled it up as her tits fell out -- big and voluptuous -- better than I’d pictured -- with pencil-top eraser sized nippels -- erect. I pulled her bra up under her chin and then got into it. I fucked her as hard as I could. Stroking in deep -- not too fast. I took clues from the rhythm she was setting with her.