Mom threw a couch pillow at me. "Don't be a brat. You know darned well you promised me last Christmas that you would play for the Church." The Church?... I mused.Another pillow. "Father!" Mom cried.Dad looked up, first at Mom, then me, then back to Mom, then back into his book. "A duet, I believe, if my memory serves me right," he said.Mom and I looked at each other, mouths open, then at Dad, shocked by this indisputable evidence that he was actually aware of what happened around him. "You'd both. It was only then that I realized that I couldn’t hear Gil snoring. I twisted around to look up at his bed and saw with a shock that he was watching me with a huge grin on his face.“Nice dreams?” he asked.I started to cover up, but he said, “Dude, have at it, I’m getting in the shower. Just don’t wipe it on the sheets, okay?”He rolled off the other side of the bed, got up and went into his bathroom, where I soon heard the sounds of pissing and flushing and then the sound of the shower being. Some guys don't or won't, but some can be trained. I've made progress with Neil; he's better than most of the boys I fuck now.Anyway, that day I still didn't know anything about riding him like a cowgirl and so I let him do the work. Then he became impatient, rolled me over on to my back and started to pump inside me like a madman. Well, it was enjoyable, but I could tell that he was going to cum without giving a damn about whether or not I got off. For a fraction of a second I wondered if that. ”My mouth was open and before I knew it she had pulled my face to her breasts. She put her big nipple in my mouth and told me to start sucking. In the corner of my eye I could see my sister watching me. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get another chance like that again so I started sucking. It was warm and it tasted good. Soon she told me to suck from the other one to even her out again.Just as she pulled her dress up, adjusted her shoulder straps, and bounced her breasts around a little her.