So I've always been curious about Brian's first. After he started talking I told him I had to tape it. His words.family vacations for many years wer... in upper Michigan on the lake. Usually 6 families as a group. Cousin Beth is not a blood relative. Our parents were so close we addressed them all as Aunt. Uncle and Cuz. Brian is my baby b*o and Beth is a little older than me. I remember the year as I had to leave early of a high school event.Brian's words.......I was 14 and I was just. He would tickle me at any chance he had, and would run his fingers over my nipples each time. At first, I was too afraid of him to say anything, but when once, he bravely placed his hand under my shirt when my mom was at work, I got really angry.It was the first, out of many times, he would “babysit” me when mom was at work late. He had come up to my room when I was studying and pretended to have a real conversation with me. We talked about school and he asked me if I liked boys. I blushed and. I knew I'd still have trouble with reflexes though. For example, if I was sliding forward to cross a room and someone pushed me to the side, my unconscious reflex would be to muscle-move one leg to regain balance. When I was in "Sliding Mode" I wanted no such muscle-moves, only NP-powered foot slides. Relying on my mind to move my leg to catch my balance would take a lot of practice. Fortunately I would be able to practice that easily too: once I felt ready for that complication, I'd task one. I love the sounds you make when I play with you. There is a helpless, tortured quality that attempts to belie your enjoyment of my attentions. Your rigid cock tells me all I need to know. I press you against the mirror just from the pressure of my finger in the depths of your ass. Lovely cock-head prints appear on the glass, distracting me for a moment as I pump my finger in and out. Then a second finger joins the first. You whimper a little. I can feel your legs shaking. I'm not giving you.