I stepped into his hotel room and he closed the door behind me. I took a seat on the bed and we engaged in some awkward small talk before I decided ...o just go for it. I leaned in and kissed his unkempt face as my hand slipped across his rapidly tightening pants and began to rub his growing cock. I was doing it. I was arousing a cock. I couldn't take it anymore, enough waiting. I dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed and fished out the first dick I would ever taste. What a b**st I. "Yuusou, you get to pick a name for a boy. Shinka, you can pick a name for a girl."That didn't make me very happy. After all, I'd wanted a girl and Shinka had wanted a boy. When I was born, Dad picked my name. It means "manly." Mom picked Shinka's name, which means "God's addition."Shinka had an idea right off the bat. He said, "I want a girl to be named 'Kizuna.'" That means "bind." That's a dumb name," I complained. "Kizuna isn't a nice name." Yuusou, calm down," Mom said. "It's just fine."I. I took one in each hand and started stroking them to life. Dad’s eyes went to my chest again, and I felt the girls swaying with my hand motions. “Think you can handle both of us?” the voice in booth one asked.“Absolutely,” I said, leaning over to wrap my mouth around his cock while my hand stroked his friend. “’Atta girl,” the other voice said. I positioned myself in the middle of the booth facing my dad, two black cocks on either side of me and his in front. I spent roughly thirty seconds. Again in evening, I went to the nursing station to inquire about her and return the case sheets. She was angry at me but she could not refuse her temptation for more of such acts. I caught her hand and began to console her, meanwhile she realized that there is nothing wrong in having sex, provided nobody comes to know about it in hospital.After that incident, she became even closer to me and we began speaking more openly about our sexual urges. I became even more desperate to fuck her, whenever.