At 21 Kirsty was a fully mature lovely blonde young lady, vivacious and full of life but my thoughts as ever strayed back to the time she hit puberty ...hortly after I moved in with her Mum and watched a gangly young girl change into a young adolescent and the lust for her body I tried always to hide and conceal.I was often asked by my partner Vicky why I didn't give her hugs and cuddles and I always made the (truthful) excuse about not wanting to come over as the pervy stepdad. Indeed Vicky. He had his bandana and hat off. He brought a bottle of whiskey with him and offered me some. I took a sip and felt it burn through me. He was a sweet guy. His looks were softer and kinder than the first one. He took off his shirt and sat beside me on the bed. He took my face between his palms and kissed me gently, running his tongue over my lips before he pressed it into my mouth. He laid me back and started to kiss down my body. He exposed my nipples and sucked on one then the other, as pushed. I'm just tired of being a virgin and I want to be fucked and you aren't getting any from my sister, so would you like to fuck me instead. And Sara, too." Well, yeah, I mean, sure. When?" Do you have any condoms?" Um, no." When you get some, we can do it. Are you usually home alone after school?" Yeah, my mom works and my dad and her are divorced." Well, get some condoms and Sara and I'll come over and you can fuck us both. Deal?" Yeah. Deal." Well, you better go kiss my sister. When you do, be. She would have done anything I asked, to please me, and I mishandled it. I opened the cuffs with my hide-away key, grabbed my gear, and left. I thought she and Steve looked happy together as I walked out the door.My last true love was waiting for me in the garage, and the road was calling to me. My only plan consisted of "Get the fuck out of here." I strapped down my gear and pushed my bike down the drive. I didn't fire it up until I was well away from the house.It felt great to be on my bike.