Watch out." I wanted to warn her so that she keep from being sprayed by any of my load that could leave hard to explain telltale spots."Yes! Cum in my...mouth, Alan, please! I want to taste your cum! Give it to me! Cum for me!" I was surprised when she plunged her head forward and swallowed my cock in her mouth. She flicked her tongue on my glans as her head bobbed up and down and it only took a few seconds of her sweet sucking sensations before I felt the cum roiling down my shaft. I grabbed her. " Yeah," she said. "We'll never be able to afford one of those."I thought a sec and a plan popped into my brain."I think maybe we can afford one," I said. "Not by tomorrow, but certainly in a week or so." How?" she asked."YOU are going to pay for it," I said, matter-of-factly."Right. On my $3-a-week allowance. Funny man." No, I figure more like $3 a minute," I said."What the heck are you talking about?" she asked.I told her my plan. Marie had admitted to me that she didn't mind my spying on her. Bette and Gazza had found that the partly demolished house on the vacant block had a large basement and the person who had lived there must have been a hoarder. While a lot of the stuff was junk, they did keep a couple of nice pictures they found and the chest that contained a silver tea service and a twelve set cutlery set.The rest of the junk and scraps, and what was left of the building, became their primary building materials. All of the broken bricks and the dirt from the new pools. I dreamed of how it would be when I gave you my virginity. And, at the same time, I knew it could never happen. You were my brother, after all, and brothers and sisters aren't allowed to love each other that way. So I knew it was all just a fantasy." Okay," I said, feeling better. "Good. You went on to fall in love and get married. I'm so sorry we lost him, but at least you had that for a little while." True," she said, sadly. "And I tried to find another man, but I compared them all to Chad.