Like her mother, her eyes were full of unending love, providing a window into her heart. But this time, there was also a hint of uncertainty, a trace ...f fear. Setting down my fork, I reached across the table to grasp her hand. ‘It’s definitely good to have you home again, baby,’ I said softly. She mirrored my smile and nodded subtly. There was indeed something which troubled her, but this was not the time to ask about it. That night, as we strolled through the snowy neighborhood and admired. I shivered uncontrollably as fear and joy rocked me to the verycore of my being. I slowly started to cry harder as my head spun withsixteen years of fear. Sixteen years of boyhood that could never begotten back. I cried in almost a wail of anguish as the boy I was, wasnow dead. Like Robin my sister, had been the boy and had suddenly died inmy arms. Abigail held me as best as she could, but my pain broke her. Asmuch as she wanted to hold me and comfort me, it had been too soon sinceher own. Mike knelt down, knocked my hand away from my cock and grabbed it saying “Here, let me.” And he began stroking me furiously which loosed my cum in very short order, covering his chest with my fluids. He then surprised me by leaning forward and engulfing my cock in his mouth, sucking the remnants from my cock and swallowing them. We all sat down and looked at each other. “That was fantastic!” we said. Phil then said, “How did it taste when you sucked cock?” Mike and I looked at each other and. She even gave both my cheeks hickeys! Then, without warning, she forced her tongue into my asshole. Now, I’m not sure if she had done this with dad or not, but this was my first time. And it felt good. She seemed to know what she was doing. The way she forced in her tongue, and where it poked around. The way she would force in a wet finger and twist it around. The way her tongue would run around the very rim of my hole. It felt fantastic.It didn’t take long after that for me to finally orgasm..