”“Ooohhh! I can get off on that,” he said. “Let’s go out to a dark picnic table and do it.”We walked out through the lobby and back a side...alk past a few motorist to the furthest picnic table. “bare your ass for me,” he said, “I’ll spank you till you cry.”I slipped my scrubs down to my knees and bent over, resting my chest and shoulders on the table. My cock was now semi-hard and hung down over the end of the table. He began tentatively with a few gentle spanks, then began to spank me harder,. My sister looked at me winking her eyes. Her eyes were full of mischief."Come on ... Rosy." I whispered to her. "don't tease her." Poor little brother..." She gave me a sympathetic look. "trying to be a motherfucker." Rosy ... Please." I hissed sharply.Her smile got wider. She brought her lips closer to me."Little bro..." She whispered. "Can't you see. She's ready for you. Get ready to be a mother fucker."She brought her lips to mine and gently kissed me."After the dad's gone, I shall remain. 'Can I get you a cold drink?, I asked as he took a seat at the kitchen table, arms crossed. He thought for a moment and said, yes thank you. I got a glass and some ice from the fridge, poured a cola and smiled lamely as I took a seat across from him. I apologized for the dog getting out and into his yard. He listened but said little. I excused myself when I heard the timer go off on the washing machine and went down the hall to load the dryer and another load of laundry. When I came. 'Hmmm, I wonder if your hymen is still intact?' He thought to himself. He saw a thin pink translucent membrane lining the bottom of Beauty's opening, indicating that nobody had ever trespassed this way before!Beauty's breathing grew deeper as his thumb now gently stroked along her petals, first outside, along their sides, then along their edges, and finally, between them, feeling their slippery grool covered fine crenulated skin. The finely crinkled grooves and peaks felt so different to.