Don't get me wrong, like most boys I tried to catch the occasional peek at her when she was changing or getting out of the shower. She still had big f...rm tits and a well-rounded ass. Her long black hair and green eyes were a family trait that all the women in our family had. I guess I would say she was average weight and height. One day, as I sat down to breakfast mom dropped a little surprise on me."Good morning, sweetheart!" she smiled at me as I sat there in my depression. "Hey mom"."What. . I knew it was time to swallow its load. That was my next task to perform. I knew I could throat about anything that came down the pike. But I hadn't been complete. I felt like I should have been swollowing and leaving no sign, no evidence, no clean up, no mess. This guy was a massage also. There is a story about him too. I really worked him over. I finally completed my cock sucker education. I ate him up. There have been a couple of times since then that I didn't eat it. Only ever because. We were making out with no end in sight. This little girl felt great in my arms and she turned out to be a great kisser. Without thinking, I pushed my hands up and her blouse came up as well. When her little titties were exposed, I panicked and quickly dropped my hands. Her shirt came down and I picked her up and sat her next to me. I never meant for it to go that far, but I couldn't help noticing her beautiful nipples.“Wow! That was great! Thank you.”“You're welcome. Now remember our. ” Again, she didn’t appear to be judging me, but I worried my answer would steal this chance away.“I’ve never really thought about it like that. I mean, I like who I like. When I asked you out for ice cream, I just wanted to get to know you better. You’re adorable and fun...” I noticed her smiling. “And then I decided I wanted to go with you to the turn-about dance.”“And I screwed that up,” she chuckled and looked away.“No,” I sighed. “I’ve got a bad history of being impulsive. I stole my first.