It was just getting interesting when all of this started. Could we possibly bring books here to study?” she asked.“I never thought of you as the s...udious one, Anann,” I told my Sister.“I passed all of my tests, Mike! Did you think that it all just came to me suddenly, or that the ‘Book of Dreams’ taught all of it to me?” Anann asked in a cross voice.“She didn’t get it from me either, Mike!” Amelia added in a grouchy voice. Now I had both of my younger Sisters mad at me.“Okay, okay! I take it. Now, being a hormonal 16 year old adolescent, I wasfascinated by her totally glamorous and sexualized way of dressing.Always wearing the highest of heels possible, tight satin dresses, alwaysperfectly made up and with fabulous hair, she was a teenager's wet dreampersonified. I kinda idolized her. In hindsight I should say that mysentiment was somewhere between lust and 'wanting to be like her' but Ididn't quite realize that untill much later.Which brings me to my one small vice. You see, after. The same process repeated itself. Twice. Three times. Four times. And more, so many I lost count. Each orgasm was the same, Lesa would flop like a fish out of water, while her pussy squeezed my fingers and she would moan out. The second time it was: "I'm cummming again.I'm cummming. I'm cummming", she announced, as if I didn't know. The third time it was a long, loud, deep: "Ooooohhhhhh, Ooooohhhhh, Ooooohhhhhh". After that, it was just gibberish coming from Lesa's mouth each time she. I hadn’t meant for her to spank me so hard with it that first time but like all things Jaden took it to the extreme, and I suppose I did show her much more respect that way. Jaden sat on the chair grabbing the spatula as she sat, looked up at me and ordered, “Get your skirt and knickers off Alexis. 9.30 is 9.30, not 9.35.” Well I knew that of course that was right but thought 5 minutes should just get a ticking off. I wasn’t in the mood for a spanking, but that counted for nothing. Five.