I went to wake my step dad at 7 with a cup of tea. As I am waking him up, I could see a huge bulge in his underwear. All the thoughts of me fantasizin... having sex with him, came rushing back in that instant. I really wanted to just lower his underwear and see what he’s been hiding. But…. I knew that there was a huge chance that things may not go like I think they would, so I just woke him up and gave him the cup of tea and left. Mum was gone for a week so I don’t know how I’m going to resist. He was still considering those very possibilities a short time later when the girl packed away her books and Ipod. "Really sorry, but would you excuse me for a moment," she smiled at him, "I have to get to the overhead locker." This time he was treated to a forward view as she sidled across in front of him. The most perfect of young breasts passed but inches from his face. No more than a 32A he decided, not that any span of thirty two inches anywhere in the modern world could possibly. She could pick out the Brisbane team in their green and red; the man in front looked like Hugh, she thought. Again she experienced that strange tightening inside her, an excitement combined with apprehension; she felt it right through her body, a moist heat forming under her naked mound. She unconsciously let her hand caress herself before hurriedly slipping into her bikini. Perhaps she should wear a beach dress, she thought. No, she felt better - freer - in her bikini. She must hurry, not to. ‘I was worried sick you fuckheads!’ ‘We understand,’ Nightwing replies. ‘But I suggest you refrain from referring to me as ‘fuckhead’ in the future, Elf.’ ‘Oh, shut up you overgrown titty-lizard,’ Demetra grumbles, laying on her back again. ‘Ugh, I feel like shit…’ ‘Yeah, I’d imagine so,’ I mutter, before catching a whiff of my own scent. ‘Geeze – I’m gonna take a quick bath after we eat…I smell like shit.’ ‘I’m sure you do,’ Demetra grumbles as she returns to her books. I roll my eyes as.