We played basketball together at home and practiced together every night. By the time we were 13, mum and dad decided it was time we had our own b...drooms. I had developed breasts and had my first period and Hunter was getting hair around his balls and above his cock. Although we saw each other naked every day, there was never anything sexual between us at that stage. Body contact was limited to wrestling matches, pillow fights and curling up beside each other when we went to sleep. On. It made me so wet to blow him. I was so juicy between my thighs.I wanted to finger myself, to thrust my digits deep into my twat, but it was more fun holding off. I let my pussy simmer. I knew I would cum so hard on his dick. I would explode with delight on him. It would be one amazing moment of rapture.My cheeks hollowed as I fisted his dick with one hand and played with his balls with the other. My brassy-brown hair fell about his cock as I bobbed my head. My lips sealed tight, drawing out. What the hell. He turned over, and in the dark, with barely any light coming through the plantation shutters, he reached out to feel what he knew was different. When his hand caught my right breast, resting on my left, his hand retracted. My body did the same. Answer me, Mandy is that you? Before I could respond he was thrashing about to get to the bedside table lamp that didnt exist. His legs spun off the bed in panic and he made for the light switch on the wall. Relax baby, its me. He didnt. At that moment, I heard that she was unlocked, she was executed like a k**, she pulled out her hand from the pegs and somehow got caught waiting for it. He said "Good evening," I answered the same, and he went into the room. I heard that he went to bathe, the alcohol hit me in the head and did not give peace, I had to see again, this time the door was closed, I opened it slowly and saw that his whale was up. In a second I went around and said, "Life goes on," she got off and walked in, he saw.