We started to shoot again but this time I got him to pose in more “provocative” poses, getting the lighting just right so it shined off his lovely...tight arse and his swinging cock and balls. I couldn’t help myself though and wanted to see that cock hard, so I suggested we step things up a bit. “You want me to get hard?” Paul saidI stammered a little bit and said, yeah that should look good in the pics. Although what I was thinking was yeah that would look good in my mouth and arse.He sat. My mind flashed back to that moment last night when my sister was squeezing her tit just outside my room. I excused myself and went to take a shower. I jerked off in the shower, as I often do, with that picture still in my mind.The rest of the day was rather awkward. My sister was just waiting until after dinner when she could go out with her friends, and I was waiting for that night when she returned. I had a plan. I would wait until she got back (after all, she might be a little tipsy) and I. She wasn't always so good at staying within the lines but she said thepictures in her head didn't fit inside lines very good, so she didn'tworry about dumb old lines.The only thing Maggie loved doing more than coloring was talking and ohcould she talk! Now she couldn't always say the right words or the wordsthe right way, and there were lots of times she didn't understand thewords very good, but NO kid in all the dormitory could talk more orlonger than Maggie.And the only thing Maggie loved. He gave me the directions how to set the box for palm print. “And this is for fun,” the key to the gun cabinet. “There’s a crew coming out to replace all the windows with triple pane and the wood doors with metal. Get good grades.“Have fun ... I never thought I was adopting a daughter when I picked up that scruffy hitch hiker. I’d better get going while I still can.” He shouldered a duffle, picked up a suitcase and walked ... fast ... down the walk to the gate.There was a car and driver waiting.