The change in his mood had me wondering if it had anything to do with me? That eight-year old girl's hope of him liking me filled my mind and now I kn...w that those feelings weren't completely gone, just dim. "How 'bout I wash and you dry?" "Fine," I allowed. Hopping up on the counter, Ian handed me a towel and got to work. By the time we were done washing and drying dishes Ian turned the stereo up, still blaring Panic At The Disco, and I went to swap my jeans in for my favorite pair of girl. I imagined it wasmy sisters soft small hands on my dick. A few short minutes later I letout a moan as I shoot a load all over my hand. I got up put my pants back on and headed to the bathroom toclean up. I open my bedroom door just in time to see my little sister scurrydown the hallway. “Was she really listening to me jerk off” I thought tomyself. I started to think that she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. I couldnever just go after her and risk her telling mom and dad if she wasn’t. Right now I want to dig out a ration pack and have something good to eat. That trail mix and jerked meat that we’ve been chewing on all day has left me wanting real food.”The two women agreed with me on that point, so I opened up my pack and I pulled out a ration pack. Good old Army MREs. We had chicken stew for three. Of course before we could eat we needed a fire ring and some wood to burn so we could boil some water.It only took me a few minutes to find all that, and some kindling as well. I. She began giggling with embarrassment as she read the question. "Have you ever masturbated at a friend's house? What rooms?" Heh, well," I began, awkwardly. But finally plunged in, "yes, a long time ago. The bathroom, bedroom, even the living room once, when no one was home." Oh my," muttered Lissa. And Denise quickly looked between me, with a sly grin, and Frank, to test his reaction.Frank just chuckled softly and shook his head. "Such is youth, young ladies. Beware," he then directed at the.