Before he came over we were talking about how we missed having someone too cuddle up with at night well he we where I cuddled up with him laid my head...on his chest ran my hand up & down his chest & we talked for awhile & I was telling him how I couldn't ever imagine myself cuddling up with a guy & feeling this feel. Well I was running my fingers on his chest I ran it down too his cock & started playing with it started too kiss his chest & neck then I randomly kissed him I couldn't believe when. I started to protest, and he hesitated, 'Do it', ordered mother, and our lips touched.There was something chemical happening there, as our lips met and pressed against each other, but there was no passion or tingling, but there was something there in the background.'Feel anything', mother asked us inquisitively, we both shook our heads to confirm that we both felt no response from kissing each other.'That's perfectly normal', she said, 'You are siblings and have grown up with each other, so you. "I assure you he does. It was a tradition when we were youngsters. All the servants were given the night off on New Year's Eve. Father would roast a lamb. It appears he has forgotten a great deal, though. He meekly accepts instruction from your Lucy as if the woman had a whip." Oh," Caroline exclaimed. "I should allow Lucy the evening off as well." Lucy, my dear, is not a servant in this house. She is a guest. Father made that quite clear to both of us when Lucy asked just now if I should like. I was now laying on my back. “Get up faggot!” Standing up, I saw a rather big and ugly looking guy standing at the top of the halfpipe holding his board, glaring at me profusely. “I hope that fall helped you wake up!” I realized that he had thrown me off the top of the pipe and down into the middle. “Sorry... I didnt mean to start anything...” “The fuck you didnt! I knicked your foot with my board and ate shit!” He ran down the halfpipe and grabbed me by the collar of the shirt. “How are you.