The next day,when I came back from school and found my brother's not home,I decided to ask my father what happened last night? Though I knew he might ...et angry at me of my peeking,but he smiled and said "you'll want to do this soon", But he said he had something for me,and asked me not to tell the others,I agreed. So he closed the door,undid our pants,and started robbing both our cock,(mine is about six inches then). And of course,we got rock hard quickly. It's my first time to experience. .. Well, Randy has been there first, so that's kind of weird for me ... Your welcome, it was hard planning the whole thing!". I was so shocked! My sister and Regina planned the whole thing out. The rest of the conversation was just details, nothing of course about if she was coming over soon. I got the first urge to masturbate, God knows why, so I went to my room and could have cared less about the conversation. I beat it just reliving the events from that night, and I was over the edge quicker. I again breathed in her scent as I stood near her, my face looking at hers to see what was going on. She smelled good, really, really good. I wondered what perfume she was wearing.“Nick, Sylvia told me about last night.” She said.I sputtered, thinking about Sylvia telling my English teacher about last night! I’d be thrown out of the school for sure if they knew what we were doing.“Yes,” she continued, “she told me that you desperately need tutoring in English. She went so far as to say that. Less than a handful, more than a mouthful, as they say. That her nipples showed didn’t surprise me, her being pretty foxy. I’d seen inside her bra in lab when we were dissecting a bean. I think she caught me looking, but she’d just made a little smile and quit bending over.Ms. Rennick, on the other hand, was more endowed. Her top showed more cleavage than I’d seen in English -- an over the shoulder boulder holder, we’d call it -- but also left more to guesswork.They spread their towels.