.. I did, Jackie. Like ... yeah, it was good and all ... I just don't know if it's okay, alright? I liked it ... I did ... but we did ... incest! No o...e will understand!" So we don't tell them. Who would we tell, anyway? Like ... I didn't tell Mom and Dad about Ira. So who would even find out? It's our secret, right?"I shrugged, "yeah ... I guess."Jackie's hand slid to my toes, her fingers drawing idly across the skin there. I shuddered, both enjoying and fearing my sister's touch. "Penelope. I grasped her hand and pulled her as we ran down the alleyway, away from the gang I hoped. I hoped wrong. Several figures sprang out as we neared the end of the alley. Most of them scattered when I fired the shotgun I had brought along. Three didn’t. I threw two of them over the fence. The third one had brought a shotgun of his own. With a scream of rage he pointed it at Belle. Frantically, I sprang in front of her as it went off. I staggered and fell. Of course it couldn’t kill me, but it hurt. I'll have planted evidence throughout the building that it was involved in developing new torture techniques, in response to a presidential memo telling the CIA: "It's inexcusable that we can't quickly break prisoners to get them to tell us everything we want to know. With waterboarding no longer usable, the CIA is instructed to stop at nothing to find a more effective replacement interrogation technique." I'll plant a copy of that memo in the White House's records. For fun, I won't create a. Somehow I realized it was going to be more than a regular orgasm because I could feel it starting deep inside. Without any reservations, I WANTED it to happen, the pressure of his penis triggering the cherry held inside me for so long.I came---psychologically, emotionally, physically--in the first homosexual experience of my life.I had never felt another boy climax, and the feeling was intense--his breath on my neck and his hardon jumping against mine drove me crazy. Needless to say, we made a.