"I take it I'm not ugly then??" she asked smiling as she pointed to my hardon straining through my joggers. I naively tried to hide it and blushed. Sh... sat down on the bed and motioned me over to sit beside her, i sat and then asked, "Why are you naked? Not that I am complaining mind, your body is wow, shame you are my sister or I definately would." she smiled and placed her hand on my thigh, "I'm glad you think like that, because what i want you to do for me is be my first." Your first what?". Oh, fuck…don’t stop fucking me!” I cry out. “Oh, I won’t stop. Not until you come again. Are you going to come again?” “Yes! Oh…yes…” I let out a long moan as he continues those hard, deep thrusts. It just feels too amazing for words. “Oh, yeah…you like that?” he whispers fiercely. I can’t even speak, so I just keep moaning. He reaches down and grabs my legs, hooking them backward around his thighs. He thrusts into me another 10-12 strokes from this new angle, then he climbs up onto his desk,. Johnny opened his eyes to find out that he was lying in bed with the sheet thrown every where and his hand in his boxers with a pounding going on at his door. He looked at the clock and it read 4:30am. He got up and walked into the living room. The pounding got harder and faster. That can’t be someone knocking. Why would they continue knocking for two to three minutes all at once and then start pounding harder and faster after that? Johnny slowly unlocked the door and then opened it quickly.. I wouldn’t have to face Becky in that case; he would.“Well, Mr. van Hoek, Becky and I are in different places right now, I think. Did she tell you about my friend in Sweden who died?”“Yes, she did. It seems you were very close with that girl.”“Yes, Sir, I was. And maybe sometime far down the road we would have been together. But that was probably only wishful thinking at this point. At first it impacted my relationship with Becky, but later on we had dealt with it, I guess.”“That’s what she.