I was on the football team and became an accomplished athlete even though I was only in the 8th grade. My size was larger than most other guys and was...put in the position of fullback. My si*ter was in the band. Go figure, she had to play the flute. It used to kill me to hear that damn practicing every night from her bedroom. All the times she missed the correct keys and the screech that followed. She was twe**e when the all of the events took place. I had just turned fou** een. Patricia was. Now her pulse raced and her pussy tingled. The alcohol her parents had allowed her to consume earlier now clouded her judgment, as did the sensations caused by her father's hand moving about her body and caressing her small, taut breasts. She worked at staying still and quiet, so that she didn't attract the attention of her mother, who was passed out downstairs on the couch.Flames of desire that would not be easily extinguished burned in both of them.Stan's cock throbbed as he explored more and. Once a week I met with him for a blow job as payment. They knew about this room and we went straight for it.It wasn't a large room but big enough for the seven of us to get in and have a little room to move. The door wasn't even closed all the way when they were pulling off my shirt and someone was trying to get my jeans off. An orchestra of zippers broke the silence as every where I looked a hard black cock was pointed at me.My jeans were around my ankles with my legs spread as far as they. He was only half waythere. Had he only known enough to turn back then, he could haveonce again become who he'd always been. But he hadn't known to dothat. How could he have known? Who could have possibly told himsomething like that? His restoration simply wasn't a part of my plan.As a result, his next small step towards the group simply initiatedhis irrevocable journey down the path of becoming who he'd be for theremainder of his life.His physical changes rapidly accelerated as he neared the.