I didn’tproceed any further on that day. That day was over I wished I would get another chance likethat. After a few weeks I got an opportunity to s...tnear her in the car. I slowly rubbed her thighs.She didn’t resist me. So as she never resisted methis far, I gathered courage and moved my handtowards her boobs. The moment I touched herboobs, her hands threw away my hands from her boobs. I was shocked. I feared that she wouldtell about me to my parents. But she didn’t do it.But I didn’t give up.. Our body was showing the signs of youth and our boobs too had taken the size of oranges. It felt good when some on touched them. It was also fun playing with them. Sometimes we used to play with each other's boobs and lightly touch them or say fondle them.We had a number of boys too in the class; Some of them were strong virile young men whose blood was hot and the cocks ever ready to get stiff and hard. Two of them used to be friendly with us and whenever time permits -- they used to come to. This time letting his hands slip from sight beneath her skirt, the claws trailing over her flesh until they felt the curve where hip met thigh, then slowly he pulled the hand away, teasing her further. His free hand came up to her neck, and then slowly traced down her chest, his claws slicing through the fabric of her corset with the ease of a hot knife through butter, letting her breasts bounce free of the fabrics that had bound them. Without giving her chest to speak, he placed a finger to. He was beginning to get very devious in his plans and schemes and he hoped all he was trying for would work out.That night at midnight, Sammy woke up from a light sleep and he went to his computer system and checked to see what his sister, Heather, had been doing in the last couple of hours. He found just what he thought he might and sure enough, he caught her getting undressed and going to take a shower and then when she came out, she pulled on an oversized T-shirt of their dad's that she used.