I tilted my headback and our mouths met. The kiss was deep and long, with their tonguestangling with each other, which caused my own cock to swell qui...kly. Toddreached around and slipped his hand inside my loose jeans and grabbed mynow erect cock. He stoked it gently using my oozing pre cum as lube. "Hey you two, enough of that, we have a to get on the road now!"Startled, we looked at our Father who was now standing at the door to thebathroom. "Come on boys, didn't you get enough. Almost twenty years later Grant started talking to be about how if I ever found a man I was attracted to how I shouldn’t feel bad about having sex with him since he felt it would spice up our marriage. I was hesitant about this and rejected the idea immediately. A few years after this I met a younger man on a social network site and he showed a lot of interest in me and I was naturally flattered but refused to meet him. Eventually I gave in and agreed to meet him for sex. Needless to say it. They had uncles galore on their father's side, but not a one was femme enough to compete. But I did earn the title. For birthdays and such, my presents were always excellent and completely unexpected.Kids of course grow up. Tiffany had just turned 14; three months earlier, nearly to the day--ahem!--Jimmy had hit fifteen. That was my sister; she loved to fuck. She'd always lived to fuck. As if that made her unique. But still, me, I might've connived a way to not be pregnant again before my first. Jazz had just finished folding a load of laundry, when she looked up at the clock, a smile spreading across her face. Jazz went into her room, pulling a shopping bag out from under her bed. She began setting out the various bath products that she had bought especially for that night, pausing to pop the lid off one of the bottles to inhale the sweet aroma. Jazz set the bag with the other two shopping bags from the day and headed to her bathroom, her arms full with bath products. Jazz turned on.