She's had trouble working up the courage to talk to me.If I thought she flirted with me before, I was wrong. She turned on her flirting skills on me.... She smiled at me and all I could think of doing was grabbing her, kissing her, and ...DINGDamn microwave again. I guess she sensed my feelings, because she giggled right after the microwaved went off. The person in charge came in and soon was telling us what we needed to do to close up. I didn't mind so much anymore. It meant I got to spend. I could not scream to tell him to stop, but he did stop, (only to put spit on his dick) and then he started pushing in again. Boy, did it hurts, I could not stop him, and once it was inside he started to go back and fourth. Well the pain slowly went away, and then came the good feelings. I mean it really felt good. I started pushing back at Bill, and pushing hard. We did it like that for a few minutes, and Bill started to pulsate in my butt. At the time I did not know it was a climax for him,. “Jen, I love watching you cum. It gives me pleasure. Let yourself go, don’t worry about me.” I replied.“Jeff, you have to be the kindest, most unselfish man I have ever been around. Most men think only of themselves. I don’t know any man that would have sat tonight out, just so I could enjoy myself as I did.” She stated.I told her I was glad she had enjoyed herself, and that I was able to make one of her fantasies come true. As we spoke, I continued to work on her pussy, feeling her juices. "That's what they're called; tramp stamps." Oh shit! I didn't mean to make her cry."I was just teasing you, Bernie," I said."You were? But that's what it says on the internet so it must be true." Yeah, they're called tramp stamps, but all the rest is just bullshit." I got off my bed and gave my sister a brotherly hug. "A lot of people our age are getting tattoos. Heck! I might do it when I turn 18. That doesn't say anything about them one way or another except that they have a tattoo. It.