We climbed through a window into a fairly secluded courtyard; we began to finger each other while we kissed. We realised the court yard was not as sec...uded as we thought; we were being watched by two girls. I thought that Justin might break off, but no instead she started to fist me, I kept on working her clit with my fingers. Our audience move closer, they clearly wanted a close up view; Justin and I were too focused on each other to care. Both of our actions grew more frantic as we move. No one was stirring down here.He turned his pen-light off and slowly crept up the stairs. There was a creak or two that caused Wes to freeze for a moment and listen, but no one came peeking down the stairs to investigate. At the top landing, there was a hallway leading to the front and back of the house. All the doors were shut except one. Wes gambled that the master bedroom was looking out onto the street.Christmas was coming earlier to him this year. He had received an e-mail about a couple. Many things had changed, but many were still the same.I searched in vain for any signs of prejudice, favoritism or intolerance. They appear to have been erased off the face of the earth. Good riddance.Instead, people take pride in their accomplishments, their heritage, anything that makes them stand out from others. Not as something that made them better than others, just as something to be proud of. I didn't run into anyone who had nothing to be proud of.We spent some time getting me used to. The realization my masturbatory exploits were being enjoyed by my younger sibling, silenced me, and by the time I had recovered, he was gone, but would be back, my shocked silence replaced by a sexual awakening, so I lay in wait ready to explore.He came back into the room, disappointingly, flaccid.'Where's your hard-on', I queried, my hand already between my own legs touching myself in eager anticipation of his return.'I came', was his reply, as he climbed back into his bed, he was looking at.