I was so close to coming. I could feel it in my stomach."Is this your first cock, Christine?" Amy asked."Yeah." Oh my God..." I moaned. Christine pinc...ed tighter.Still stroking me, Amy asked Megan "How about you, Meg? Is thisthe first cock you've seen?" Yeah," my sister said softly. This time I groaned. Megan hadcrossed the room, sitting on Mom's reading chair. From there, shehad a clear view up between my legs to my tool. I could see herjust sitting there, staring at the activity in my. She developed breasts of great size, while the rest of the girls her age were just starting.I was in heaven! She was embarrassed. I wanted to show them off, she wanted to wear baggy sweaters and hide.We dated all through high school. We learned to kiss. (She didn't like it-no French, I loved it, ) I learned what "blue balls" were. I learned to take long showers with lots of soap.We attend all the dances. She liked the fast dances, I liked the slow ones. When she felt my "stiffie" during a slow. It was a picture of my mother as a baby, taken in 1926. The black and white photograph did not show the hair color and the dark blonde of my mother looked almost black. Suddenly I was not looking at my mother but at Ronnie. The eyes and the smile were strikingly similar and my heart leaped in this moment. I knew how much infants change in the early weeks and months but from this moment on I was convinced that Lillian's assumptions were wrong: I was Ronnie's biological father.Thinking it would. If he could. Which hecouldn’t.She was a tall girl. She stood in the frame of thedoorway, lit by the lamp on the porch, and glared atus. I inclined my head in a gesture of apology. Sheglared some more, tightened the cord on her gown,turned and stomped away down the corridor. “Youtwo can carry him upstairs and put him to bed,” shesaid over her shoulder. “I’d be just as happy to leavehim outside.”I’d done this once before. We carried and dragged himup the.