”“On screen or in the car,” I asked.He looked at me, then asked, “Are you jealous?”I hesitated too long, “I guess so.”“She gave me a s...ngle lip touch kiss. I never heard her cry before. It was very har ... difficult, but we got through it together.”“Are we still going shopping for swimsuits?” I asked.“Your wish is my command,” he said to me.I offered my arm, and we left together. I didn’t ask where we were going, but when he pulled into the Manhattan Town Center, I realized where we were. In less than minute he was painting his chest and stomach again. The orgasm left his thighs quivering. He couldn’t believe it. When he got in the shower a short time later to clean himself up he end up jacking off before he was finished. He thought of Jake helping him wash his cock and the next thing he knows he’s quietly moaning as he pumps out another load of semen. “I’ve got to get this under control,” he thought to himself. “It’s like I just discovered jerking off.” He was worried. I had always enjoyed tree climbing when I was younger and this was as near perfect as you could get. My first reaction was just to stand and admire it, looking up and up into its shaded heights, planning how I would climb it, whether it would be good for a platform and where I would build it.I walked over and touched it, I loved big old trees like this, there was something permanent about then and so alive as if they had their own souls. It was easy to understand why people in the past had. "Me too." croaked John.My spunk shot out like an express train from a tunnel, long spurts of hot semen unloaded deep inside Gemma's little beaver, splurge after splurge shot deep inside, emptying my sac completely.Simultaneously, John erupted and his seed blew down his sister's throat. He thrust and heaved for what seemed ages, before collapsing in a heap beside me."Fuck me." he gasped through clenched teeth."Sorry John, I don't fuck boys, but I know what you mean. That little sister of yours.