His breath was uneven, anticipating climax. He had a head of thick blonde locks that stretched around his face, framing it beautifully. His face was c...ean-cut and shaven. Perhaps he had not begun to grow facial hair. The boys body was perfect: a peach colored ivory that gleamed with healthiness. His skin was accented with two erect pink nipples, the hard, five-inch cock that rested in the boys hand, and made unique by a birthmark on his left side. Drake memorized every detail. Drake then. I never told anyone. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know. A few nights later, we were all in my sister’s room, in the dark, telling scary stories. He was laying in bed with me, under the covers, and the next thing I knew, his hand was in my pants. Again, I could have said something, but I didn’t. He started rubbing my clit between his two fingers, and then would stick a finger in my pussy, shoving it in, taking it out, shoving it in, taking it out. That hurt. I liked it when he was playing. Then she went down and raised my legs and I could feel I skipped a heartbeat…She applied some oil and started to finger fuck me.helplessly tied at her mercy I started to moan,she took out three fingers from my ass and out it in my mouth.I started to gag but no use.She started pushing her feet into my ass and again made me taste it from her feet.She started to suck my cock hard cupping my balls and fingering me till I came in her mouth.She came up and ordered me to open my mouth and then she. He swallowed thickly, looking at the needles, hed never been fond of needles. Chris made a small sound in his throat, causing his sister, Abigail to wake. She was almost 5 years younger than him, but they were almost of a height, 56, both with ghostly blue eyes, and sops of curly black hair that did whatever it damn well wanted to. Chris worked out furiously to make up for his height, or lack thereof. His body was chiseled, every inch of him was hard muscle, except for his ass. He maintained.