Oh, I dated Tim some but he was just there as a stand-in for my real 'throb, ' John.Now, at twelve, or so, my crush wasn't particularly sexual but in ...he next months and even years, it became very sexual. I wanted John to be the boy who I gave my virginity to. It's all I dreamed about.But, I couldn't act on it because John would have probably stopped things even before they got started. So, I planned and I schemed.Tim, of course, like most boys, kept trying to get to whatever base might be next. "You can stay home and frig to fucking Tracy Chapman. I bet she'd love to lick your quim." I bet she fucking would," said Jacquie, but not yet confirming whether she'd come to the concert. However, it was pretty much understood that whatever Jane did, Jacquie would do too.And so it was that I went along to the Britten Room at the University Arts Centre along with Jane and Jacquie and my sister and a few dozen other curious students and rather fewer members of the general public. There wasn't. Later, as she was going to bed she asked if I could cuddle her to help her sleep as she felt so alone. Yes I said and still fully clothed we lay in top of the bed in the spare room. Her black dress rucked up a little as we lay there, and I smelled her hair as we cuddled. I was aware now as my hand touched her smooth flat belly that she was wearing stockings I could feel the suspenders belt under her dress. My cock hardened as I could feel her rub her bottom into my crotch and my now hard cock.. It was beautiful feeling of being a man with my sister Anita. Until the time I left home for university my nightly experiences with sister continued happily and my parents allowed us to sleep in the same room, they had no idea that I had reached puberty.Let me return to my story again with my widow sister Anita. Slowly Anita’s hand got hold of my hardening cock and her fingers felt the length of it and the thickness of it, her hand then went lower and cupped my balls in her soft hand as she.