”I said sympathetically, “Well that was not very nice,” and then asked, “Was he just after a piece of ass?”She replied, “Yes, I asked him ...hy he wanted to split up and he told me that I was just a conquest for him and he did not want to take a chance at getting me pregnant. He wasn’t using a rubber when he screwed me. It did get back to me that he bragged to his friends at school (meaning high school) that he popped my cherry and screwed me a few times after that and I had a tight pussy. He was. .". Mother walks to a lever,pulls it, "and voil?!" I go flying up to about fifty feet in the air,before the sandbags stop. I shriek the entire way."How's the air up there Jezzie?" shouts my mother."Motherrrrrrr!!!!" Yes, dear?" Please let me down!" What? You want to go higher? I can't really hear you? That's as highas it goes!" Down, I want to go down!" We'll have a good life Jezzie. Ta ta!" Mother scoots the familythrough a side door.I'm left alone, probably only a few minutes, before. What the hell was that about? She read the story, noticing how strangely tense she was getting and this was a new kind of tension. Something was so addictive about reading these stories, even if they apparently did involve some fairly sick ideas. Not only pregnancy, but getting the sister involved. She had to read the rest.Kevin descended upon his sister hungrily and slammed his hips forward shoving all of his newly hardened cock deep inside her. She wasn’t as tight as Jessica had been but that. To me this was just part of my check up. He would check my teeth with his mirror in one hand, and with his othe hand, he would rub softly on my inner thighs and would on occasion he’d pump into my undies and would rub upward pressing softly a crease into my panties that ran the length of my vagina. I never once thought this was wrong and never questioned any of it. After each checkup he would ask me how I felt, was I ok? Was I uncomfortable with him checking me? I answered the same each time.