Each corridor was presided over by a prefect who had the cubicle nearest the hall. Everyone went to bed at 9pm, lights out. As soon as the lights were...out the corridor was filled with the sound of squeaking beds in what I later learnt was a wanking race. Each boy would slap his belly three times to signal his ejaculation, it all only lasted a few minutes!After a week or so, one of the older boys called Mick said he hadn’t heard any noise from my cubicle and did I even know how to wank? I had to. But I knew that Angie and I would handle it. Working together we would raise our child…children (?). Peter got up around 7:00 am. We went down to breakfast. Mrs. Hackett had eggs, bacon and pancakes ready for us. She threw us out after we finished, telling Peter and I that we were not allowed back in. Dejectedly, I went back up stairs with Peter and we put our tuxes on. The girls would be having breakfast and I was not allowed to see the only girl that had any interest for me. Angie’s maid of. I was sitting next to Suzie, on the opposite side of the table, so I was able to look straight across the table at my brother. “Hamilton, I am going to say this only once, but I want you to listen very, very carefully. If you do or say anything to Marilyn, I will beat you to within an inch of your life. If you touch her, I will simply kill you. I have had it with your crap. Your life is hanging by a thread.”To say there was an uproar was an understatement. Hamilton loudly protested his. This opened her womanhood fully to my eyes, hands and tongue. She pulled a pillow down from the head of the bed so she could watch as I explored and probed. When I placed my lips and tongue on her labia, I could feel her tremble. Slowly licking up and down the length of her slit, I was overwhelmed by the sweet, salty taste of her.As I moved my tongue in ever quicker and harder circles around her enlarged clit, I slowly inserted first one, then a second finger into her depths. I could feel her.