It felt so good I spread my legs and closed my eyes, the combination of him holding it so tight and the feeling of being stroked was electrifying. He ...ould stroke till I felt it build up, then stop a couple of minutes and start again. My heart was pounding and I was breathing in quick short breaths. While I was building up he'd rub the tip with his thumb, sliding over and down the piss slit to just under the head. I could feel wetness and didn't know if I peed, or if it was precum. He looked up. Clothes were strewn everywhere. Girl'sunderwear, tights, dresses, leggings, and other girlie stuff lay on thefloor, on the beds, and on every surface in the room. Growing up withfour sisters, this was typical and was nothing I'd ever noticed before. However, this one time when I went into the room to check myself out inthe mirror, it struck me that although I'd made progress and my muscleswere getting tone, I was still a bit of a sissy looking boy. My chestand legs were still hairless. There. The mead hall thing was exciting, though my dad though I was sick, and then you were there not even flushed, and mhmm" He blinked away the pleasant memory. "And then there was the forge, and the creek, and then when we were flying on your nadder..." Hiccup added, while Astrid was growing more angry by the moment. "So what gives?" He asked, and Astrid had enough."You want to know what's up with me?" She asked, and Hiccup gulped. "Its your damn fault, if it hadn't been for your damn best friend. Jo hoped her brother was able to get a good, long look at her shithole, insofar as he could see it, and finally walked inside the house to get her brother his drink.After having given her flushed, hard brother his coke, she smiled at him and walked back into the house, at which point Michael finally noticed how visible his arousal was. And yet, he didn't really care, if only because it was too late to do anything about it anyway.Jo had quickly gone upstairs to her room. She leaned out the.