Bryony’s hand slowly made its way up Edward’s back and to his neck. The couple sat there for a few moments, their lips together, and no sound exce...t the crackling of the fire. Bryony moved her hand and unclasped her bra, throwing it to the side among a pile of other clothes. Edward’s hand immediately darted towards Bryony’s boob. He gently massaged it and teased the nipples with his fingertips. She bit her lip lustfully; her body tingled with pleasure at what he was doing. Her panties started. I was surprised to see that it was aroused. He gave a smile and gently held my penis in both his hands.“You will love it. I know.”Then he started to move his hand up and down my dick. It was a very strange feeling. No one had touched my private part before and now a man was rubbing my dick. He slowly increased momentum and then suddenly he took it whole inside his mouth. It was really very strange but I liked it. His tongue was wrapped around my dick and he moved his head up and down at a. Finally there was their sister, Daisy, who looked as delicate as the flower she was named after, although she certainly didn't act it. Daisy was thirteen years old, a hyperactive and rebellious girl, but also very pretty. She had long, wavy light-brown hair and deep brown eyes. Being just under five-foot in height, very slim and with a delicate and pretty face made her seem disarmingly sweet. Quite simply she was the wild-child from hell; not malicious and certainly not aggressive, but just. I need a lock on my door. I need that more than anything.I climb out from behind my bed and head toward my door."There you are," Mom says about to pass by in the hallway."Lock." I point at the door."I don't understand." I WANT A LOCK ON MY DOOR!" I scream at full voice.Dad comes running. "What's wrong?" I don't know," Mom says. She looks frightened."Did something happen?" Dad says to me.I collapse to the ground. Mom sits down and cradles me as I sob."Can you tell us?" Dad says softly."Lock," I.