I would like to spend the night with you. No sex just cuddling. So – please don't get mad at me – I would like you to wear your CB. I'll take it o...f in the morning when we get up. I promise. I'm afraid to be alone. I have more to tell you but I would like to do that after breakfast. If I go home I might lose my nerve. Having you near me, holding me, showing me that you care will really help me to figure out where I want to be for the rest of my life. I know I'm asking you to make another. Your fangs are showing too. And not just the ones we have."I closed my mouth, which had indeed been flapping in the breeze while I struggled for a crushing reply. That reply, of course, occurred to me about 5 weeks later, by which time it was pretty useless. Instead, I hammered out an agreement with him on how to contact him and how I was going to get paid. He gave probably more than he intended, being, I suspected, a bit embarrassed by his remarks.I snooped, I pried. I sat on Captain Ramirez's. She knew many of the boys by sight now; most of them went to St Patrick's over on Lincoln Road. Lanky Irish lads with chestnut hair and about six zillion freckles. The majority were Jessie's age, though she'd noticed a few older guys chasing the ball lately; kids from St Paddy's ninth grade, she judged. Seemed to be more every week.She skirted around the game, ignoring the football-guys' covert glances, and headed towards the playground. Her friends were still seated on the swings, idly. I stepped in after her, and grabbed the soap in my hands. Lathering up, I treated my lovely sister by washing her from head to toe, making sure to get into every nook and cranny. I also made sure to get inside her pussy, trying to scoop out all of my cum. She seemed to enjoy it, so I brought her to one more orgasm, before I pulled my fingers out.We screwed on more time in the shower, and again in the bedroom later on before going to sleep for the night.As we lay there, trying to fall asleep,.