I had lost my appetite after what she made Mia and me do, and I didn't leave my room.The Following morning, I was in the kitchen dressed and eating a ...owl of cereal before school when my sister walked in. She made herself a bowl of cereal and milk too, and sat around the table next to me, giving me uneasy looks."Did Matt really say that about me?" she asked me after we ate our breakfast in silence for a few minutes."What?" I confused, not sure what she was talking about."What you said. My body quivered relentlessly as Chantelle skilfully withdrew. She was done with me and looked pleased with herself, but she was not done with Dan. She crawled up my body until she was on all fours over my recovering shell, bringing with her Dan's rampant cock. He too climbed onto the bed and continued to fuck her hard, right over me. The sight of her bouncing tits over my face brought me back to the room with a bang, and as I sneaked a peek out from under, Dan looked in my eye, running his. At sixteen we all dream of our first love and I was like that. I daydreamed all the time, especially about sex and love. I went to a large public high school in Ottawa, Canada. Frankly for me the start of grade nine was murder. But I dreamed of happiness “if only” I could be with Kristy Lee. There you go-- see-- another “If only.” I was what you might call “bookish”, one of the “smart kids”. I loved movies and books. I was the moody boy reading Hemingway’s “The Sun Also Rises”, Salinger’s. . well you know what can happen." With that she walked out the front door.I went in to the bedroom, put on some silk nylons, and lay on the bed thinking about how I would soon be fucking my foster daughter.... or so I thought.After an hour, I heard the door open, and Cheryl strode into the bedroom. Her hair was mussed up, and her blouse was kind of wrinkled. "Ok, Panties, now I've got a real treat for you," she smiled.She climbed up onto the bed and kneeling, took off her blouse and skirt,.