Well, I'm fifteen, a vital part of me started to fill with blood and grow in length and girth. I began to lather that specific part of me, making sure...I got everything clean, over and over, until I was able to clean the area out from the inside as well. Oh, that felt good.I was toweling off when there was a quick rap on the door and I, out of habit, knowing my brother probably needed to pee, said, "Come in."Of course, you know who came in. Right. I had the towel up over my back pulling it back. Her lips were moist and supple, it was like no other kiss I had ever had before. She tasted of honey and wood smoke. I felt my clothes being removed and I moved to help but we never broke the kiss. Then she lowered me naked to the chaise. I spread my legs as I felt her tongue began to touch me. I never felt so wet before. I had let boys touch me but they didn't know what they were doing. In less than a minute I began to arch my back as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss enveloped me. I opened my. In any case, she didn't notice it. "Get up big brother!" she said, a strange expression on her face. I turned around briefly, but kept my focus on the nearly done game. Doe was back from her daily run, and was dressed accordingly: black spandex from ankles to neck. As usual, I could detect a sports bra, but no panties. Damned little tease. She repeated "I said get up!" What's your problem?" I asked, irritated."Forget about that game, I have a favour to ask you!" Asking me a favour by shouting. "It's not funny Lana," Joyce said firmly, "never compare a sexual predator to descent sex lovers like you!" Sorry doctor, you're right, it's not funny." Anyway," Joyce continued, "Carbine had left a trail of raped victims; men, women and children from the east coast to the west and was now working back in the other direction." He hadn't killed anyone though right," Ana said."He didn't believe in killing, what he enjoyed doing after he raped a victim was to castrate them, he wanted it known that.