The conversation at dinner was guarded. I praised Jen on the meal, avoiding remarks of a personal nature. Ed informed me that Jen kept the company boo...s. "We've converted the guest room into a home office. That's why we had to give you our old room," he explained. I politely told them the old room would serve my needs, avoiding the mention that I wouldn't be here long.I didn't offer to help with the dishes because I knew being near her would be torturous. I watched television with Ed until Jen. I couldn’t understand these feminine feelings I was experiencing. But as I explored and researched, I saw that it was quite common for boys to feel this way and it was quite widespread. Everything I read said it was ok…not to be afraid and celebrate these feelings. I found a couple of sites for discussion and talked about it with others I met..as a matter of fact have made some new friends. So anyway, I just found out the whole family is leaving for a day to take my sister, who is one year. And the sheila's staring back at me from her side of the confession box, and she's got her fucking hand down her skirt. Now I know right now you're thinking this is all fucking bullshit I made up to get upvotes on sexstories.com, but half you mother fuckers are going to drop a negative on my ass anyway and I'm drunk while writing this so fuck it all to shit and suck my dick, because this is 100% bonafide truth. Now Alyssa's a shiela of about 5'6" in freedom units, with c-cup tits busting. Besides, as I remember it, you didn't mind watching what was going on behind the garage that day." Let me see," Dad chuckled, "we were all behind Tommy's garage. You and Sally were topless and jacking off my best friends. No, I guess I didn't mind watching."I now had my finger in my pussy again and was feeling flush. I was spying on my parents, listening to them talk about things they did at my age and it was making me very excited. I continued to diddle myself, wondering what was going to.