Your sex. Your cock, right beside my mouth, so close I reach out with my tongue and just graze the head. You pause, your breath catches and you look...me in the eye and say, “Not yet”. Although Jack responds, because he remembers too. Jack remembers my mouth and tongue caressing and mouth all-encompassing. So good. So warm and wet. Long sucking sessions. I’m getting ahead of myself.You kiss me again and follow your desire, or perhaps Jack’s desire and place gentle kisses down my body, my. I sat looking at him, his hopelessness as plain as day on his face, a mirror image of my Milly induced emotional wreckage.Learning about Dave and Milly made me realise I had not quite exercised her ghost. ****A few weeks later. Maggie's twenty-seventh birthday party in their home. I did not want to attend but there was no way out. That's not entirely true. A masochistic part of me wanted to see Dave crawl over broken glass to the feet of young Milly. On. I slowly shook my head, my several-year-long fears being confirmed. "Jax..."She smirked. "C'mon, Matty... It's only fair..." She grabbed the lower rim of her shirt and started to lift. I jerked my head away. She just called me Matty... She never called me that anymore. She used to call me that when we were just children. This was too wrong. I wanted to get up, but I couldn't move. I just had to look away."C'mon... Just one little peek..." She said, in that same voice. She lifted her foot and. My parents both started working nights and weekends once I was old enough to stay home alone and watch my kid sister. Their professions allowed them to make more money with that kind of schedule. Anyway, that left me to do most of the house work, take care of my little sister and still manage to stay on top of my school work. What it didn't allow me to do was have much of a social life,especially in High School when my hormones were racing, and I needed interaction most.Don't get me wrong I.