Thrust (daddy), thrust (daddy), thrust (Oh, daddy), thrust (Daddy); hard thrust (Daddy!)I stopped and remained inside Tristan and slowly caressed his ...utt cheeks and down his back to his shoulders and neck. I leaned back and looked at Tristan. His little peter was dripping. I could feel his pretty heart pounding. Tristan arched his back trying to get my cock moving in his tight ass but I denied him. Daddy was in charge!Thrust (daddy), thrust (daddy), thrust (Oh, daddy), thrust (Daddy!);. ”“Well you look great, and not too slutty. He is lucky to have you and if he knows what’s best he would keep his eyes on the prize… you” I said back.She smiled and thanked me. I could tell she was a lot happier that I said something. Ever since then we have sat next to each other in organic chemistry. We have become decent friends and text occasionally, usually about homework or questions about class. Oh just in case you were wondering she let me know her boyfriend couldn’t take his eyes of her. "All three of you? What's up?"They're looking at me, then each other, all smiling, Sue nods at the middle of my covers and they all begin giggling."Oh, nothing, little brother. What's that? What's under there?" Lori asked pointing at the rise in the covers.While they're teasing me, I'm also looking at them. Each one has on a teeshirt. Yes a teeshirt and what seemed like panties underneath. But each sister's breasts were somewhat visible and certainly their nipples were pointy under the thin. I just feel it needs to be told...for anyone willing to listen. It begins in the hallowed halls of Central High School, where I attended.There was this girl named Tiffany, whose guts I absolutely fucking hated and believe me the feeling was mutual. As far as looks go Tiffany and I were about dead even. As far as popularity goes, (I may have been slightly more popular, but only slightly). Although I always got good grades, Tiffany's grades were always slightly higher than mine. I used to hate.