My friends always used to make fun of me and now you shall know why do they call me Cherry.So let me share the first story of my life and this goes ba...k to when I was 16 years old. I wasn\’t an amazing student during my schooling but was not too bad as well. My parents thought I was not going according to the Indian standards of education and so they asked me to consult one of my uncle staying in NYC during my summers. His name was Amit Agarwal and was working for an MNC also be was a faculty. That voice was very familiar. It belonged to Angel, Summer’s big sister, who was actually eighteen. She dated Jonathan, who was sixteen, but no one had bothered too much about the that since the age of consent was sixteen and thus it wasn’t statutory rape in his case, nor did she worry with me. Yes, I had been quite intimate with Angel on more than one occasion. She was a plumper, paler version of Summer, with her hair a bit more on the wavy side than the straight-haired baby sister. It was. No, it was a Sunday."Trevor, we need to talk," his father said.Shit. They knew about Madison. That had to be it. This was the talk - hewas going to be grounded... curfew... no car privileges. Something bad. Hepushed his fingernails into his palm and calmed himself."Okay," he said. He sat on the love seat across from the couch. "Whatabout?" We'd better wait for your sister," his mother said.This was definitely out of the ordinary. Sick relative? They weren't closewith any relatives. Were his. We arrived at her door and she quickly fished out her keys then unlocked her door as I started pulling up her shirt exposing her naked ass. Her unlocking of the door was in perfect time because just as we were entering, the lady next door had just stepped out in the hall way."That was a close one." Miss Brodie laughed.I pulled her closer to me and very seriously said," Get on your knees and suck me."She immediately dropped to her knees and took out my still stiff cock. I reached down and pulled.