She left that day a very, very happy lady and palmed me her mobile number, though I haven’t been back there ... yet.I was soon seeing Sal, and hence...her family, on a regular basis and started picking up vibes, for want of a better word, that my lust for Mary might just be reciprocated. But, being young and a bit naïve, was too unsure of myself to actually do anything about it. Not that I had the opportunity, the house was normally full of family and Sal was always there. Still, it was obvious. No one believes me when I tell them we are not having sex, Nope just friends that is all. My friend is in his early 60's tall and slight in build with grey hair and a worn with life face. The other night I was up late, horny, watching porn and slowly fingering my pussy when I herd a loud crash followed by hurried shuffles, then silence for some time. I listened closely my friend should be asleep? What was that noise? I opened my door and walked down the hall in the dark. As I approached my. Jules had hers with everything except the onions."You're going to regret that later," I said.She looked up at me, puzzled. "What?" Not eating onions." I looked at her with a wicked grin. It was still so odd to see her and want to kiss her. I kept thinking of her as my friend, but then my racing heart would correct me every time I looked at her."I don't mind onion breath." Picking up a single fry, she slipped it between her lips seductively, and whispered, "As long as it's yours."I could feel my. ” He was so cute like that. That little pervert. Wanting to have sex with his little fourteen year old sister in her little fourteen year old bedroom. My bed wasn’t really big enough to hold both of us side by side like his could, but it didn’t matter because I had no plans to be side by side with him in my bed. I didn’t think he did either. “Well, get on top of me big brother, I need to learn how this thing works. They didn’t go into the details in middle school last year.” Ean started.