As we headed upstairs, I caught my big sister giving me a thumbs up. Given all the time it took me to get dressed, it seemed a shame I was out of my c...othes in less than a minute. Once the door closed we were all over each other. D just looked at me, telling me just how perfect and sexy I was. We kissed naked, I reached down to caress his cock, he sat on the bed, I jumped into his lap grinding his shaft between my virgin lips and asked him to be easy as I was a virgin. He took on a completely. But the emotions behind my wishes spoke louder than my words, and in an emotional teary exchange of kisses, they swore they would never tempt me towards having sex with them again without my express permission.Sometimes I really wish those two could talk. I mean, I usually didn't have any problems understanding them, but I believe their voices would be very soft and soothing if they could use them. Just like the rest of their physical traits.I forgot all about the paintings they had made until. They do.”She let me fuck her right after the pizza came so that my cock would go down…but it didn’t. It seemed that the more pussy that I got the more pussy that my cock wanted. At least when I jerked off it would stay down for a while. Billy's Mom explained the facts of life to me, mainly that a teenage boy is always horny and thinks about pussy a million times a day. She is right. She did say that the more I fucked her the better it would be and that by Sunday night when I went home it might. “Plot,” corrected Alison.“What?” said Claire, as they wandered together across Regents Park, enjoying the traditional early-winter festival, lit by exuberant displays of fireworks in the greying sky. The park and the streets were full of all the usual festivities: bonfires, sausages and marshmallows toasted in the fire, toffee apples on sticks, and great sticky slabs of parkin cake sold on every corner. It was a chilly late afternoon, and the sun was setting, so there was somewhat less fucking.