Threw off my whitey tightys and undershirtand got in the shower with my razor. I was very careful not to nickmyself. Legs, armpits, face and all. Hair...be gone! I jumped out and driedoff . I threw the towel round my chest instead of my waist. Just beingsilly I guess. I walked to my mom's room.I walked into the walk in closet. As I did a 180 looking around at allthe clothes, I saw that there was still a lot of my dad's clothes stillin there. Oh god, I wonder if he is turning in his grave. His son. He felt a pair of lips press against his skin, leaving repeated, gentle kisses where they touched him. “Thanks, Will,” she murmured. “That was perfect.” She let out a contented-sounding sigh.A couple minutes passed as they laid together.“So...” he began, “you really—”“No!” she whined pitifully. “You promised you’d never talk about it!”He looked down and saw that the tiny part of her forehead he could make out in his peripheral vision was bright red. The rest of her face was pressed tightly. " Then she giggled. "Possibly a poor choice of words." And she kissed me. And I kissed her back. That thin cotton material of our ersatz pajamas offered considerably more tactile response than previous kisses.I felt soft, pliant breasts pressing against me, topped by nipples in a definite state of arousal. When the kiss broke, I made one more stab at being honorable."Jenn, we don't have to..."She sort of gasped and sat up. "Chuck, you are one hard-headed individual. When words come out of your. I was on the verge of tears as my sucks became weaker. He gave another hard pull and one of the clamps slipped off. He tried to put it back on and I covered myself, saying, “No!"He gave me a look and took my leg in his hand. His power surprised me for he moved me like I was nothing, pulled me on my side and laid about five more strikes to my throbbing ass. I didn’t care. I wanted the clamp punishment to be over. After he was finished he rolled me back over and scowled, “Suck me! Make me cum!".