"Patience, dear brother. We have all afternoon."Andy already had his clothes off by the time we hit the top of the stairs. Eager fellow! I'd never see... a penis with a hard-on before, live and in color, at least. I have seen a few porn shots but this was rather more exciting. A real, live, hard dick that was hard because it was excited by me. Me, little thirteen year old Lauren Wilson, eighth grader. And I had made this hard-on with my own brother's cock. I was tingly all over looking at it,. .......I MAKE MY WAY TO THE FIRST FLOOR WHERE I MET MY SECOND IN CHARGE ,SHES A RIGHT SNOTTY COW BUT ATLEAST SHE ISNT MY BOSS...MY BOSS SHOULD BE OK,IVE BEEN TOLD HES CALLED CHARLIE ADAMS.aLEAST THEIR WIKL BE SOMETHING TO LOOK AT EACH DAY,SOMEONE TO POUR COFFEE FOR.THIS WAS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY,I JUST KNOW IT.I SAT AT MY DESK WAITING FOR MY TELEPHONE TO MAKE SOME KIND OF NOISE..BUT NOTHING,SO I TOOK A WALK,TRIED TO LOOK BUSY EVENTHOUGH I REALLY DIDNT KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING.EVERYONE WAS BUSY AT. We're going to have to focus if we don't want this to degenerate into another random orgy." And another orgy is bad because?" David wondered."Orgies are good!" Dana clarified. "Orgies are very good; it's the random part that's bad. We need a tightly focused orgy to help Joseph overcome the guilt he feels when engaging in incest. We all want to help Joseph stop feeling guilty, right?" Which, since Dana figured out I thought of her as a second mother figure, is all the fuckin' time!" Joseph. Oh how I love that sound! My body responds to it more that his speech and I feel my womanhood clench hard. I moan again, feeling very exposed in my situation, even if I am still fully clothed. Again, I beg my brain to give me a hint; a face… a name… anything about this man or the conversation we had. Knowing me, it was something juicy. “Where am I?” I ask, still breathing heavily. He chuckles again, obviously enjoying my arousal. My cheeks burn in embarrassment. ‘He hasn’t even touched me!’ I.