Three stories. Weather worn red brick. Had probably been built in the late 18th Century and used as a factory of some kind. The few windows that faced...the street had long ago been bricked over. A massive wooden double door the sole entrance. Over the door, hanging from dingy thick chains on a rusted mast was a wooden sign shaped like a turret in a castle. It looked similar to a rook from a classic chess set. In front of the door, nonchalantly standing guard, was a hulking monster of a man. A. Still our Lewis said but I wouldnt change a single one You have changed I said. I just want something serious now he said, kissing my hair. So do I, but its hard when I still feel the way I do I said, moving from where I sat to ontop of him. But you wouldnt of come here if you didnt want me Lewis said. His lips close to my own. His eyes looked down at my own and I at his, feeling increasingly horny. Within seconds Lewiss lips where on mine, kissing me deep and hard. I loved the feel of them. Well, no... not when you put it that way. Duh. "What did you have in mind?" I asked.Amanda stepped real close to my ear and whispered really softly, "Hot, sweaty sex."I swallowed. Hard... and hardening."We have a suite at the Marriott," (across the street) Lisa informed me."With champagne and six 'packages' that need to be unwrapped..." Elizabeth said softly. "By the birthday boy." Why," Barb said into the ensuing silence, "are we still here?"Good question. Ten minutes later I was carefully. As for me, the guy typing this story, i’m the only boy in our family and turned 18 last month. Having become friends, my parents decided to ask the edissons to go with them for the weekend and they accepted, leaving natalie, britney and me at home. Our parents decided it would be best if natalie and britney stayed with me at our place for the weekend so the girls wouldn’t be home alone. Saturday came and our parents left for their holiday and natalie and britney arrived for the weekend. We.