My reward? This unknown boy stepped forward, pulled down his pants, gripped my hair in both hands, snd began fucking my terrified mouth. He knelt on t...e floor, continuing to degrade me, using my mouth as though it were a twat, whereupon Seamus ordered me to lower my head, hands powerless on the floor, and spread my legs wide. I obeyed like the good little whore that I am, and it was only seconds later that another boy (not Seamus) put his hands on my hips and began fucking me dogstyle, sinking. "He just wanted to know if we got back to school all right," Shirley said to me when she saw how I was leaning over Marcy's shoulder to read the email."I assume he's new and doesn't know you're in love with Sammy Oldham?" I suggested."I assume you're correct," she answered, rubbing the back of my leg with her knee and smiling demurely. "Shall I tell him or do you want to?" I'll tell him," I said, putting my arms around her and pulling her close."Don't you dare unless I see what you write," she. Her breasts are perhaps her best feature. So big and juicy; I'd look down her bra as she leans over to zip up my jacket or put plates on the table, in her sweet, motherly way. My teenage sister was never anywhere near as beautiful as my stepmother. She knew this and became jealous of the attention my dad and I gave to this older woman. Even in my sister's most beautiful years - age 16 or 17 - you could see clearly in a photo of them trying on skirts that Anne had a much rounder, fuller figure,. Two weeks later I saw my opportunity and took it."Hi, um... Michelle?" I said, standing nearby the circle of people Shelly seemed always to be in the middle of."Yeah?" she asked, turning to look at me. My heart soared as for a moment a flash of recognition flickered over her face. Had I been thinking I would have known she saw my brother's features in my face. It was already too late, I just didn't know it yet."Hi. I'm Ron." Always Ron, never Ronnie, definitely not Ronald although most people.