“You’re running out of time to be ready.” My father pointed out.I waved my hand dismissively. “You know, studies have shown that you’re more...likely to have a happy relationship if you don’t rush into it. Most successful relationships happen well after high school.”“Bah, nonsense. Your mothers and I were high-school sweethearts. Isn’t that right?” He grinned victoriously as he addressed his three lovers.They each responded affirmatively, in their own ways.My family structure was unusual. My. She must have guessed why I waswondering, as she explained, "I thought I saw some kind of animal in theattic. Since you are so good with animals, please get the boxes for me?"Now she had me there, I was good with animals. Maybe because I reallyliked them. I know what you're thinking, why don't I like hybrids then? Iconsidered them animals as well, right? Well, I can't explain it. So I went up to the attic with my flashlight and looked around. I didn'tsee any animal, so I picked up the boxes. I. WE chated for a while and then I asked her if I can kiss her. She said why am I asking? She will tell when she is confirtable and don’t want right now. I said, we always used to kiss before marriage. Whats diffent now? I concinced her for a kiss and kissed her on checks. I saw her turning red. Her eyes were closed. I asked her if I can kiss her lips to which she was unable to respond as she was in dilema. WE smoched for 10 minutes and then I slowly moved my hands to her big boobs. Her nipples. She reciprocated, with her hands wrapping around me, caressing my back. As our kiss became steamier and heavier, she suggested we move into her room. My excitement took over as I closed the door behind me. I grabbed her face once more and continued kissing her passionately. She was shorter than me, so naturally, her hands hugged my waist making its way under my singlet undoing my bra strap and found my breasts. I got wetter by the second as she massaged them and undressed me. I grabbed her arse.