I tried to take an obviousstory and try and relate it from a different viewpoint, the sister, ratherthan the caught brother.**************************...*****"Helen," her parents shouted from downstairs "We're going out now. See youlater"."Bye" We should be back around midnight, enjoy your night out as well" OK. Bye"There followed some muffled conversation from the living room downstairs.They were probably saying goodbye to Andrew, her brother. After a few secondsthe door creaked open and then. I quickly set down at the table so Mom couldn’t see when she turned around. She spoke but didn’t turn around. The more I looked the harder my cock got. When Mom did turn around one look at my face and she knew something was wrong. I had my head down and could not look her in the face. She ask, Bobby, what in the world it the wrong. I just set there for a couple of minutes them told her I guess I needed to talk to her. Mom stopped cooking and come set down at the table with me. I still. "You can pair up with someone if you'd like as long as you put your name and your partners on it." He said. I was happy to hear that because I wasn't paying attention to one damn thing he said. "You wanna work with me." Jamal asked. I was actually hoping to work with someone who was paying more attention, but since he's so nice...."Yeah sure dude.... Do you know much about this stuff?" I ask. "Yup, this is my second time taking it." I didn't know if he was joking or not so I didn't laugh.. Our hands were roaming all over each others bodies. His on my ass and one of mine slowly snaking its way to his quickly hardening cock. We were moving farther back into the classroom as he propped me up on a desk. My legs wrapped around him as the intense make-out session continued. His hands started to squeeze my tits and I had to break the kissing to let out some soft but increasingly louder moans. He started to kiss my neck as I was fumbling to pull his shirt off. And once that was.