When I was sixteen she had one named Richard who was nineteen. Mom normally wouldn’t have approved because of the age difference, but she said Richa...d was a nice boy from a good family, which meant they had more money than us. Richard wasn’t nearly as nice as she thought, but he was gorgeous. At that time I was in my pre-jock phase and no one had any idea of the thoughts in my head or the desires that stirred my loins.Richard lived on the other side of town and Sis had met him at a basketball. I did find a couple of very nice fat deposits eventually, though, and I moved my hand over them, gently stroking them, feeling her nipples harden as my fingers grazed them.My shorts had fallen down partway, but got hung up on my erection, which was standing proud and ready for action. It had been denied earlier, but was back, and expecting to take full advantage of the opportunity.I walked Cheryl back to the bed until her knees touched it, and pushed gently. As she sat, I lifted her T-shirt,. Along with the grey eyes, something else came out of the genetic cocktail that created me: brains. I'm adept. Polymathic. I have favorites subjects, for sure, but NO subject has been difficult. That's nice in one way. I can let my mind wander. I can read. I can play music.By the time I reached my middle teen years, we were in a big house, commensurate with my Dad's status as a premier ambulance chaser trial lawyer. Gated community. Servants. The sweet lady who cared for our house and did the. Wait a second. Don’t move. I’ll be write back.’ I ran into the house, peed and then ran into the kitchen where I poured two glasses and picked up the flowers. She was sitting when I returned to the deck and handed her a glass. ‘Here’s to your good looks’ I toasted. ‘And these are for you.’ I handed her the flowers. ‘Oh, Ray. You didn’t have to…’ ‘I know but see that big smile on your face? I bought them for that. Thank you.’ ‘Thank you, you big sweetie.’ ‘So tell me, how was your day?’ ‘My day.