"Well, anyway, why don't you ask yourself. Does YOUR hair tickle?"I looked down and there, around my penis, was hair I somehow had never noticed. I gu...ss I never spent a lot of time staring at my crotch.Anyway, that's the kind of relationship we had when we were thirteen. It pretty much stayed that way until we turned sixteen. By then Sandy had real tits and her hips had spread out. She was a looker, and I didn't think that just because she was my twin. She had blond hair, like me, but she wore. I could see that he liked it – loved it – just by watching his facial expressions. His hands reached out and grabbed my thighs, not really doing anything, just to touch me, I think. I felt his cock inside me – inside me! – and I shivered again. Up and down. Although it felt good, it didn’t feel awesome. Daddy’s eyes were closed. I tentatively reached down with my hand and rubbed my clit. I was ready to stop as soon as he opened his eyes, but he didn’t, and I continued to rub myself.Masturbating. Nevertheless life went on and my sister and I still were enjoying the pool that my mother kept up solely for us kidsby hiring a pool service. My father had enjoyed a very good salary at Raytheon so my mother - who was also working part time - was not really hurting at this point. (She switched to full time a couple of years later).When my sister began developing first some small breast buds and then a noticeable streak of pubic hair, I of course was watching it curiously.Unfortunately she did. “It hurts but don’t stop!” She cried.“I’ve told you to shut the fuck up!” He growled, slapping her ass cheek hard with his mighty hand.“The man you’re looking at is Thor. He is the Master of the women who come in here. He would be the first to fuck you every time before anyone else does.”In another room was a naked man, strapped to a wall, and suspended several inches off the floor. His semi-hard cock hung down, and a pool of cum lay at his feet.“He sure seems to be in pain,” Karen observed.“He.