He took off my tank top; his giant hands took hold of my breasts before he started sucking on my nipples. I was in Heaven, feeling his tongue swirling...around my tits…He then bent me over and slowly pulled down the sexy black thong I was wearing; he spread my ass cheeks and started wriggling his tongue into my ass and then pussy.I could not avoid some moaning as his delicate touch was making me get even wetter. He got up and started to grab hold of my waist, starting to poke and prod my hungry. Over time teenager hormones and her behaviour convinced me she was making moves on me i would try and invent plausible scenarios where i could try my luck with her.One Sunday Darren and I spent the Sunday at his place (we were only permitted 2 long week-ends out a term but were allowed to visit friends or family every Sunday) So Darren and I would often goes to his Mum's have breakfast then either se would drive his to the beach or we'd catch the train to go surfing.On one particular Sunday. What the fuck was he thinking? She asked him to put lotion on her back and that was it; any more intent than that was purely in his mind. It had to be, right? RIGHT?!? He went from never even looking at his sister in a sexual way earlier in the week, to actually trying to feel her asshole today. But, fuck, he thought to himself, that was fucking hot, the way her ass looked, how she raised it in the air, feeling her side-boob, slipping my finger under her suit... At those thoughts, he felt. Peter said then that he felt exhausted and begged off shopping, asking meto go without him and he'd just lie down on the bed and take a nap. Hethen proceeded to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, falling instantlyasleep.I went grocery shopping and picked up what would be a week's supply offood for both of us. By the time I got home, it was late afternoon so Istarted preparing a modest supper for both of us.The smell of the food cooking woke Peter and he came out of the bedroomwith his hair a.