I, Jim, was 15. After me, I had a 13-year-old sister, Caroline. Caroline and I were very close, best friends. When we were little, our family lived in...a neighborhood with only older couples, and we didn't have any neighbors our ages, so we played with each-other all the time. Our friendship lasted into our teens, long after our family moved to a more normal neighborhood.Caroline was kind of a late bloomer ? at 13 she was still pretty flat-chested. She was also slightly chubby ? not very, but. “What are you doing?” he asked in a horrified manner.“Just having a wank.” I stroked my cock at the perfect pace – not too fast, not too tight. I pushed my bellend against his torso and he said in a sick tone, “I’m feeling something wet.”“Fuuuuck… James,” I moaned as my hand went up and down my shaft, as drop after drop of precum I rubbed on James. I pushed my cock against James’ and rubbed it with precum. I revelled in every bump and vein, adding more spit as it ran dry. And then I blew my. He kissed it, again and again, before probing with his tongue- an opening? It goes deeper? He probed, turning and twisting as he tried to map this strange territory. Persephone was breathing hard and heavy, and the crowd was commenting in their strange language, but Hades paid no mind; he was lost and gone in a faraway place. He curled both his arms around both her thighs, his fingertips tousling her mons pubis. He closed his eyes and grinned, dragging his face back and forth against her. "Mom, let me have that little fantasy of mine please. I know you wouldn't but please ... I just want to imagine you would."I looked at him surprised. His handsome face was tense with anticipation and his eyes pleadingly watched my every move. He really wanted this. I shook my head at him and walked out of the room without saying anything, I had to quickly get cleaned up before John became curious of what I was doing.After cleaning up I made my way downstairs and begun making us breakfast and.