You’re probably gonna be in the MLS one day so that’s all you wanna focus on. Or maybe, she just isn’t your type.”“She is though ... I think...” the outwardly confident yet inwardly shy teen spoke in a hushed tone, finally breaking his silence.“You just playin hard to get?” Dillon quizzed with a screwed up face.“I have no idea what to do, or say ... or even if I have a type. All that I do know is that I freeze up whenever I wanna flirt back. In the past when I’ve tried I sounded like an idiot. So. There was no response but I could see the light in my parents bedroom was on. I proceeded down the passage and on entering my parents bedroom I found my sexy stepsister laying down naked on the bed with her legs spread.I immediately removed my shirt and shoes and then made my way between her legs. I kissed her inner thighs just below her cleanly shaven wet cunt, teasing her for a few seconds before moving to her puss. Amy started moaning the instant my tounge met her wet horny pussy and started. My large heavy breasts were now unencumbered by nylon and underwire and my dark nipples were visible through the pale pink t-shirt I was wearing. Shortly after I took off my bra, a group of three men walked in the bar. They all looked similar; all around 6 feet tall, trim and towheaded. Two were younger, around my age, and the third was older. I pegged him for a dad or uncle of the two younger ones, who were obviously very closely related. One of my friends knew them, and introduced them. ‘You wanna touch them?’‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.’‘Yea, you did, everybody does.’ He said without rancour, obviously accustomed to the attention they garnered.‘Just how bad was it? I thought it was just the bullet graze.’ I asked, amazed at the number of scars.‘Well, most of the stuff on my chest was the shrapnel from an IED on my first tour, and then the bullet wound from the second tour.’‘Why in God’s name did you go back if you got blown up by an IED?’ I blurted this out, probably.