An adult stories – Henry his Sister and Mary by chris99999,chris99999 It took me a while to understand what was happening, and that wasn’t surprising, because it wasn’t something you would expect your Sister to do. And also, initially she was being subtle, so it was easy to misinterpret what she was doing. Once or twice might be thought of as accidental, but when it became more than that, I realized that it was deliberate.
She was asking me to take part in a game, a dangerous one. Something that could have serious consequences. I was nineteen years old, so I was always eager for anything that was sexual. So even though I knew that it was a bad idea, one that I might regret, I was going to do it!
It started a week ago, and until now, I hadn’t given it much thought. We were in her room, with Mary, our friend. She was sitting at the desk, updating a Word document. It was a college project for the three of us. Mary was doing the typing, and we were standing behind her, supposedly, telling her what should go into the document. However, she was doing OK without our help.
When my Sister moved closer to me, so close that our thighs were now touching, and with quite a lot of pressure, I assumed it was so that she could get a better view of what Mary was typing. I tolerated it for a while, and then I stepped away from her. We were still near to each other but our bodies weren’t touching. But within seconds, she was again too near to me. This time her hand was brushing against mine, as if she was caressing it. Not just once, three times. Then she suddenly stopped doing it. I thought her behaviour odd, but it wasn’t something I was going to spend a lot of time thinking about.
The second time, a few days later, was different, more daring from her, but naively, its true meaning still passed me by.
As before, Mary was at the desk. Our project had to be handed in tomorrow and we were putting the finishing touches to it. We’d put a lot of effort into it so we were hopeful of getting a good grade. This time my Sister wasn’t next to me, she was behind me, looking over my shoulder.
At first, I thought it was her arm on my back, but then I realized that it was her breast. It made me smile. When you have tits the size of hers, sometimes they are going to bump into things. However, she must have noticed, so why wasn’t she stepping back? And now it wasn’t just touching me, it was moving about. Was she leaning against me? Then it was over. It hadn’t lasted long. There was no reason for her doing it, so I dismissed it as accidental.
The next time was when I saw the light. It was a sudden epiphany. Helen, my twin Sister, was doing it deliberately. And alarmingly, it was giving her sexual gratification!
Again, it was when Mary was with us, but this time we were in the living room watching television together. Our parents were out so we had the house to ourselves. I was sitting on the sofa with my Sister, and Mary was on the armchair that was opposite us. We’d sat like that in this room on numerous occasions, but tonight, something happened that was a first. She suddenly stretched her leg out so that she could put it onto my legs. I looked at her, trying to understand why she’d done it, but her face was impassive, telling me nothing. Then the film became interesting, so all my attention was on it.
When she slowly moved her leg, it was irritating, but I ignored it. Then, when it was on my lap, pushing down on my crotch, it was something that I couldn’t ignore. I quickly glanced at Mary, she was engrossed in the film so she wasn’t aware of what Helen was doing. But I definitely was, because of where her leg was, and the pressure it was exerting on my cock.
Then the inevitable happened, my manhood started to grow!
When I put my hand on her leg it should have been easy for me to push it off my lap, but it wasn’t. I was a lot stronger than her, but my attempt to move it failed because she was determined to keep it there. The second time worked, but only because she let me do it.
When I turned to look at her, it all became clear to me. As she stared at the impressive bulge in my trousers, there was a look of triumph on her face because she’d got what she’d wanted. She had aroused me.
There was another thirty minutes left of the film, and during that time my eyes were on the television, but my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking about my Sister and what she’d just done now, and earlier in the week.
By the time the film had ended I’d made a decision. I was happy to play her game, in fact, I was prepared to take it as far as she wanted to, perhaps even beyond that. Yes, she was my Sister, so she should be off limits. However, when a woman who is as hot as she is, offers herself to you, it’s difficult to refuse even when she’s your sibling.
I didn’t waste any time. In the morning, while we were having breakfast together, I made my move. At the first opportunity I stood close to her. I was smiling as I waited for her to respond. But the reaction I got wasn’t what I’d expected. When my hand casually brushed against her large breast, she froze, and the expression on her face told me everything. She was horrified. Then she quickly moved away from me. I mumbled sorry, for ‘accidentally’ touching her, and that was the end of it.
For the rest of the day I kept mulling it over. Why had she reacted in that way? I’d been convinced that she would have been responsive, as eager as I was for us to be intimate. Eventually, after being unable to come up with an answer, I put it to bed. It was going to have to stay as one of life’s great mysteries.
However, the next day I learnt some important information about the game that my Sister was playing. It had rules, and there was a key one!
We were alone in her bedroom, enjoying each other’s company. Being twins, and on the same course at our local college, meant that we had a lot in common. Unlike a lot of siblings, we didn’t argue, we had a good relationship.
“Why don’t you like Mary?”
I did. I’d known her a long time. She wasn’t just her friend she was mine as well.
“I do,” and then, after giving her a quizzical look, I added, “And you know that.”
“What I mean is, why haven’t you asked her out?”
“I have, lots of times.”
That surprised her, but then, when she saw me smirking, she gave a deep sigh.
“Don’t be an idiot, you know what I mean.”
I did know, I was just messing with her. I was always asking Mary to come over, or to go out with me, but just as a friend. I was going to take my time before answering, to make it look as if I was thinking about it for the first time. However, it was something that I’d thought about a lot.
Mary was a woman that you should have as your girlfriend. She was kind and considerate, always cheerful. And she was clever, a lot cleverer than Helen or me. Any man would be lucky to have her, but for me there was a problem, she didn’t turn me on. She was pretty rather than beautiful, and her body had curves, but not enough for me. Her breasts were more than a handful, but disappointingly, they weren’t big enough to excite me. My Sister was now getting impatient. It was time to give her my answer.
“I like her, but I’m not attracted to her.”
The look that I got from her told me that she thought that I was a fool. I might be, but there was nothing I could do about it. Mary didn’t get my juices flowing, and that was the end of it.
However, if she had the looks and the body that my Sister had, then I’d be all over her like a rash!
Thirty minutes later, Mary was with us. We weren’t expecting her, she’d just come to see us on a whim. To me, it felt as if she’d come because we’d been talking about her. Of course, I knew that was silly, it was just a coincidence.
“Hands up if you want to work on our next project?”
Only Mary raised her hand, and it had been her who had asked the question. I looked at my Sister, she nodded, and then her hand was also up. Like me, she’d been reluctant, but she knew that it was the sensible thing to do because we only had a week to complete it and there was still a lot to do. After giving a deep sigh, that was so loud that it made the others laugh, my hand shot up, as high as it could go, and they laughed again.
I was chosen to do the typing, but after only fifteen minutes, and a lot of complaints from my Sister because I was too slow, Mary replaced me. That hurt my pride, but it was the smart thing to do because we were now making good progress.
At first I didn’t notice because I was too engrossed in what we were doing. When I did, I was confused. She was behind me, and she’d moved closer so that her large breasts were pressing against me. What was she playing at? The last time that she’d done that I’d been convinced that it was her way of telling me that she wanted us to be intimate. That she wanted me to touch her in places that a Brother shouldn’t. However, when I’d done that in the kitchen, by briefly moving my hand over her breast, she’d recoiled in horror. Then she spoke.
She’d said it softly, with her mouth close to my ear so that only I could hear it. I did, every word, and now my mind was in turmoil. She’d asked me to put my hand between her legs!
Was it a trap, her idea of a joke? I’d do it, and then she’d embarrass me by loudly complaining. Mary wouldn’t find it funny, she might even be angry with me because of my disgusting behaviour. But my Sister wasn’t like that. There must be a logical explanation for her behaviour, but I wasn’t smart enough to figure it out. Then I almost laughed when I realized that Mary, with her superior intelligence, would probably be able to.
Of course, I wanted to do what she’d asked, even though we weren’t alone, but should I? Common sense said no, but my expanding cock said yes. It was a difficult decision. Why is life so complicated?
Then, to encourage me, she whispered, “I want you to touch me.”
That wasn’t a help, because I already knew that. However, what she said next was. I could now decide.
“You can do it when Mary is with us,” and then, after a brief pause, she added, “Just thinking about it is making me wet.”
Now I understood. This was her fantasy, perhaps even her fetish. It explained why she had rejected me in the kitchen. It was because Mary wasn’t with us. Touching me inappropriately, and getting me to do the same to her, was allowed, but only when our friend was with us. And our illicit actions must remain a secret, Mary must never know.
So I now knew the rules of her game. And the reason for her wanting to play it was obvious, it excited her, but why start now? That was a mystery. I was curious, and I might ask her, but later. I had better things to do than quiz her about it. There was a pussy that needed playing with!
When my hand reached behind, I knew that I was playing with fire, but I didn’t care. The animal part of my brain had taken over. I was driven on by lust, all logic had been pushed aside.
Her skirt was short, according to our parents, too short, so it was easy to get my hand under it. With Mary it would have been more difficult, because her skirt went down below her knees.
I would have liked to take it slowly, caressing her thighs before getting to her pussy, but there wasn’t time for that. Soon, perhaps in just a few minutes, Mary would stop working on the document. There was only so much that could be done without doing more research.
When my hand got near to her panties, she helped me, by stepping back and then standing with her legs slightly apart. As I extended my hand the extra inches that was needed, I looked at Mary. Thankfully, all her attention was focused on the Word document. Such was her concentration, that we could probably leave the room and she wouldn’t notice, but more importantly, would she notice me playing with my Sister’s pussy?
What I was doing now wasn’t subtle, it was the fumbling of an inexperienced lover. That wasn’t me, I was better than that. It was just that we were short of time, I needed to quickly find her clit. When I did, she confirmed it by whispering, “That’s it.”
It had become a race between Mary and my Sister. Would the document be closed, and Mary get up from her chair, before her friend had climaxed, or with my expert help, would my Sister win?
As I furiously rubbed her little pearl through her panties, she was helping me by moving backwards and forwards against the two fingers that were on it. Only slightly at first, but now, as she was about to come, more exaggerated.
“Just another paragraph and I’ll be finished.”
That got a quick OK from me, and then I prayed that she wouldn’t suddenly turn around, and that the paragraph would be a long one.
A minute later, she reached it. I held my breath. If she was a screamer then we’d be caught. Mary wasn’t a prude, in fact, from conversations we’d had I knew that she was quite broadminded. But what we were doing would almost certainly be a step too far for her.
Fortunately, she wasn’t. And I was impressed with her ability to stay silent when it was obvious that she wanted to make a lot of noise. Just a single loud moan would have made Mary suspicious.
When it started her body went stiff, but only briefly, then her body seemed to go limp. I held her around the waist to stop her falling. Then, with the same suddenness that it had started with, it was over. And during all of that time, while she was climaxing, she never uttered a sound.
Not long after, Mary declared, “Finished!” And because she was good-natured, and a good friend to us, she didn’t point out that she’d done most of the work, especially towards the end, when unbeknown to her, I was making my Sister come.
Shortly after, Mary went home, leaving the two of us alone. I looked at Helen, hoping to see something in her face, or in her body language, that would tell me that she wanted more. My throbbing cock, that was trapped uncomfortably in my jeans, was desperate to come, and not by my hand. It wanted to be deep up her pussy, fucking her hard.
But there was nothing. Her face was impassive and she was sitting casually at the edge of the bed. She looked, and was acting, as if nothing had happened. I stayed with her for another half an hour, in case she changed her mind, wanting to be intimate again, but she didn’t.
When I left her to go to my own room there was only one thought in my mind. We needed to spend more time with Mary!
Now that I knew the key rule to my Sister’s game, that Mary had to be with us, frustratingly, it was a week before we saw her again. It was OK for my Sister because she had Jed. Strictly speaking, he wasn’t her boyfriend. She referred to him as, ‘A friend with benefits’. Two days ago she’d gone out with him, and so she would have enjoyed those ‘benefits’. However, I was all alone. Still searching for my next girlfriend, hoping that when I found her, she would last longer than the previous one that had dumped me after only two months. So, because Mary was now with us, I was eager for something to happen, even if it was my Sister that was going to be getting most of the pleasure.
After only a few minutes it became obvious that my expectations had been too high. I wasn’t getting anything, and it was going to stay like that. My Sister was doing the typing, and despite our complaints because she was not doing a good job, she was insistent on continuing. When we’d finished I went to my room to sulk. I was in such a foul mood that I didn’t even bother masturbating.
The next day Mary was back again, but this time I was managing my expectations. So, when, after briefly doing some college work, and we were watching television together, I was content with it just being that.
But to my surprise, and great delight, my Sister wasn’t!
At first it was annoying. Mary had nodded off and she was snoring, at times loudly. It was spoiling my enjoyment of the film. But when my Sister moved closer to me on the sofa, and whispered, in a seductive voice, “I want your hands on my big tits,” it stopped being a problem. On hearing her say it my heart had skipped a beat. Regarding her breasts, I was their number one fan, and now she was offering them to me. But when I looked over at Mary my excitement started to fade. She’d fallen asleep in the chair in such a way that if she was to wake up, she’d be looking directly at us. It would be risky. Then my eyes were on my Sister’s melons. I smiled, it was a risk that was worth taking!
Before starting I told myself that my hands would stay on the outside of her T-shirt. It was safer that way. But as my hands caressed and fondled her tits I knew that I’d have to go inside. When I did, she surprised me by reaching behind her back so that she could unhook her bra. As the large cups of the bra fell away, freeing her breasts, both my hands were instantly on them.
I was making the most of it, touching every part of them. I even put my hands under them so that I could feel their weight. They were heavy.
My fingers were now on her plump nipples, and they must be sensitive because even the gentlest touch was making her squirm. That didn’t stop me giving them the attention that they deserved. Over time I became rougher, pulling and pinching them. Eventually it became too much for her.
“You have to stop,”
I was a gentleman, so I immediately did, but I couldn’t hide my disappointment.
“Don’t worry, you can now have my cunt.”
That brought a smile to my face, and when she spoke again, it got even bigger.
“And I can have your cock.”
It was as if we were alone. I was unzipping my jeans and getting my cock out, and she was taking her panties off.
As my hand went between her legs, heading towards her pussy, or as she preferred to call it, her cunt, her hand reached for my swollen member. She got there first, and when her hand was around it, gripping it tightly, she said, “Nice cock.”
After pushing two fingers into her, so deep that it made her gasp, I returned the compliment. “Nice pussy.”
“Thanks, but call it a cunt. That’s a word that always excites me.”
I was happy to oblige her. For letting me finger her I was willing to call it whatever she wanted.
“Nice cunt.”
The time for talking was over, it was time to act.
My fingers were now moving in and out of her, and it was making her moan, but the noise was being drowned out by Mary’s snoring. To reward me for the good work that I was doing, she was stroking my cock at just the right speed and with the right amount of pressure. I wanted this to last forever.
Then I had a sudden thought, and it instantly dampened my excitement. What if one of our parents came downstairs? That never happened. After going to bed they stayed there until morning. However, there might be a first time, and if it was tonight then we would be dead meat.
Being caught by our friend would be bad enough, but being caught by our parents would be ten times worse. They were old-fashioned. They could just about tolerate their children having sex when they weren’t married, but finding out that they were doing it together would freak them out.
So should we stop? Don’t be silly, but we should hurry up.
When I went faster, she did as well. She was keeping pace with me. Both of us were now close to reaching it. I got there first, shooting several strings of cum high into the air. Seconds later, with the additional help of a finger rubbing her clit, she boiled over. And this time she was noisy, even louder than Mary’s snoring. I was worried, holding my breath until she’d finished. When her climax was over, and she was silent, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Ten minutes later, when the film was ending, Mary woke up with a snort. Apart from a large stain on my jeans, by then, we were back to normal, and that damp patch wasn’t a problem because I was covering it with my hands.
“Did I miss anything?”
Somehow we managed to keep a straight face. Then my Sister shook her head, and I said, “No, it wasn’t very good.”
That was true of the film, but not of the sex. That had been good, made special because it had been risky. Excitement, danger, and incest, a heady mixture!
For all of the next week Mary was away, camping with some of her friends. That gave me the opportunity to think about my Sister. We had done a lot of things together that we shouldn’t have, but I didn’t have any regrets. In fact, I wanted to take it further. I wanted us to fuck. Was that even possible? I gave it some thought. I quickly came to the conclusion that it was, but Mary would have to be asleep again. For that to happen we might have to wait for weeks, or perhaps even months. Then I started thinking about drugging her. Slipping a sleeping potion into her food or drink, but that was silly. There had to be a better way.
Two days later, it suddenly came to me, like a lightning bolt from the sky. Thankfully, when it happened, I was alone, because I laughed uncontrollably.
I didn’t see Helen until we were all together having our evening meal. It would be better if we were alone, but I was so excited about my brilliant plan that I couldn’t wait.
“Next week we have a lot of college work to do. If Mary stays over, perhaps for a day or two, then we can work late.”
That got an OK from her, but it had been said without any enthusiasm. However, if she had understood why I wanted it to happen, then she would now be as excited as I was.
Like all good plans, mine was simple. If she was sleeping over then she would have to be in bed with my Sister. All I needed to do was to find a good excuse for joining them.
When I woke I was in a good mood. That was because it was the day that Mary was staying with us. However, when we met her at college, she was reconsidering it.
“It might be better if I don’t sleep at your place tonight. I have other things to do apart from our project.”
She’d said it to my Sister, and before I could intervene, she’d replied with, “OK.”
From the expression on Mary’s face, I could tell that it was what she’d wanted to hear, so me trying to persuade her to change her mind wouldn’t be right. Tonight she wouldn’t be in her friend’s bed, and so neither would I. I was gutted, all the life had drained out of me. Then, as she was leaving us, she gave me some good news.
“I’ll definitely sleep at your place tomorrow.”
That should have cheered me up, but it didn’t. I’d learnt my lesson, this time I was going to wait until it happened before getting excited.
And it was just as well that I was cautious, because, until she actually arrived at our house, it was a real possibility that she wasn’t going to come.
Mary sat down at the desk without us having to ask. Doing the typing was now, by default, her role. And this time it wasn’t her that was coming up with most of the content. It was an equal contribution from the three of us.
After two hours we’d broken the back of it. That’s when my Sister moved closer to me so that she could play her little game.
She whispered into my ear, “I’m so wet. Your fingers will easily slide into me.”
I’m sure that they would, and both of us would get a great deal of pleasure from it, but that was for later when we were all in bed together.
I whispered back, “Not now. Later, when I’m in bed with you.”
She turned her head so that she could give me a quizzical look. I mouthed, “Trust me.” And she must have, because she immediately took a step away from me, and then she was speaking to Mary about the document.
When we’d finished I made a suggestion.
“Let’s watch television here.”
My Sister shook her head, and then she said, “The picture is better downstairs, it’s bigger.”
I’d expected her to say that, and so I’d prepared a response.
“But here is more comfortable. You can relax on the bed, or better still, under the covers in case you fall asleep.”
She was thinking about it. When her face suddenly lit up, I knew that the penny had dropped. She now understood my intentions. And because she did, I was expecting her to help me. I wasn’t disappointed.
She said, to both of us, “We might as well get ready for bed.”
For all of us that meant undressing down to our underwear. We quickly did that without the need for privacy. I was surprised to see that Mary’s bra and panties were as revealing as my Sister’s, and more surprisingly, that seeing her like that was exciting me!
They got into bed first, and then I joined them. It wasn’t awkward. It was a perfectly natural thing to do. And it would stay like that, completely innocent, until I made my move.
Where we were in the bed in relation to each other wasn’t random, it was deliberate. Mary was nearest to the television, my Sister was in the middle next to her, and I was on the other side of her. To watch the television we had to be on our side, so unless Mary turned her head so that she could look behind her, she couldn’t see us. It was perfect for what we wanted to do!
I was prepared to wait until Mary was asleep, but my Sister wasn’t. The opening credits for the film had only just finished, and she was already pushing her bottom against my crotch. The sensible thing to do was to get her to stop, to save it for later. But it felt good, so good that it was arousing me.
I started by unhooking her bra, and then, with her help, I got it off. It had been done slowly so that Mary wouldn’t notice. I was now leisurely fondling her breast and playing with her ripe nipple. My cock was already erect, but in an uncomfortable position so I had to reach into my boxers to adjust it,
Enjoying her firm breast and swollen nipple was, for now, enough for me. There was a lot to play with. It was a large mound topped with an impressive nipple. But I knew that this, as good as it was, was only the starter, and that it wouldn’t be long before I wanted the main course. That was the succulent dish that she had between her slender legs!
There is only so much that you can do to a nipple. I’d caressed it, I’d rolled it between a finger and thumb. Pinching it and pulling on it seemed to be what she enjoyed the most. It was time to move on.
With my mouth close to her ear, I whispered, “I’m going to finger you, but you mustn’t make a sound,” and then, because I now knew what she was like when she gets excited, I added, “And no squirming.”
It was difficult for her to speak without Mary hearing, so I got confirmation from her that she was OK with that, not with words, but by her actions. She quickly took her panties off and then she opened her legs. To do that she’d moved from her side onto her back. That gave me access to her pussy but it wasn’t a good position for watching the television. And worryingly, she’d done it clumsily. There had been a lot of movement in the bed, Mary must have noticed, and now she was going to be curious, wondering what was going on. I was even expecting her to speak.
When I heard it I had to smile. Somebody was watching over us. Her mouth had opened but no words had come out of it. She was snoring! It wasn’t a pleasant sound, and normally it would have irritated me, but tonight, it was music to my ears.
She now knew that Mary was asleep, and because that meant that we could be more daring, she opened her legs even wider. We could take our time so I didn’t go straight for her pussy, I took the opportunity to caress her thighs.
As I inched my way towards her honeypot, my excitement was increasing. When my hand got there, and even before my fingers were inside her, it reached fever pitch.
It was no effort to get two fingers into her because she was so wet. It was as if her pussy had sucked them in. She then got another one, like the others, up to the knuckle. For that one there was resistance, and I had to push hard. When it was in she gasped.
While I was fingering her with those three digits, Mary snorted loudly. It startled both of us, and when I looked at her I was expecting to see that she’d woken up, but thankfully, she was still fast asleep.
That made us cautious. My fingers were still moving in and out of her, but now more slowly, and she was making an effort to keep the noise down. She was still moaning but not as loud as before. However, it wasn’t long before it became more intense.
My intention was to make her come with my fingers, and then later on fuck her to another one. But that was my plan, not hers.
“I need your big cock deep inside me, and I need it now.”
She’d said it louder than she should have, but I was going to forgive her because she’d graciously called my average size cock, big!
She was now on her side again, and I was spooning her, about to enter her. Stopping was not a consideration, but I was concerned, not about what I was about to do, but about being caught. If we were an old couple that had been married for forty years, then our love-making would be sedate, it would be gentle. Importantly, it would be unlikely to wake Mary up. However, that was not us. Helen was hot stuff, and she had a pussy that I was desperate to fuck. When I was inside her I might become a wild animal, and she might be as well. Our fucking might be noisy, it might rock the bed. It might even wake Mary up.
I was now in her up to my balls. It was everything that I’d hoped it would be. And it felt even better when I started to fuck her.
Surprisingly, we managed to control it for the first five minutes. It was gentle and it was tender, but it was still exciting. Then, as if a button had been pressed, I was suddenly going harder and deeper into her. I couldn’t help it, it was as if somebody else was controlling my body.
She responded by making more noise. And the bed had decided to join in. It was rocking, keeping in time with our movements
Both of us were now giving it our all. I’d reached the point where I didn’t care if Mary woke up, or even if our parents entered the room. I wasn’t stopping until I’d shot my load into her hot wet pussy!
Thirty seconds later that’s what happened. It started with a loud grunt from me, and then I was flooding her pussy. It was intense, with each spurt being better than the last one. When it ended I thought about my Sister. Selfishly, all I’d been concerned about was my needs. That was wrong, but she hadn’t waited for me to correct it. She was frantically rubbing her clit, and it was working.
When she suddenly shouted out, “My cunt is going to come,” I was relieved that she wouldn’t be left hanging.
I was envious of her. Mine had been good, one of my best, but the one that she was having was in a different league. I thought that it was never going to end. Eventually it did, and she was now still,
I looked at Mary, and then I shook my head in disbelief, she was sleeping like a baby!
I would have liked to stay with them for a while, but when my Sister was able to speak the first words out of her mouth were, “Fuck off to your own room, I want to sleep.”
That was harsh but I did as I was told.
As expected, the next day we didn’t talk about it. When Mary wasn’t with us we were simply Brother and Sister. For us to be anything more than that, she had to be with us.
It was three days before Mary was back with us, and this time she wasn’t sleeping over. I wanted her to do the typing so that I could fool around with my Sister, but that didn’t happen.
Mary said, “Helen, it’s your turn to update the document.”
My Sister was now doing that, with Mary and me standing behind her. It was another ten minutes before I noticed something that I’d missed when our friend had arrived. Her skirt was by far the shortest that I had ever seen her wear. It was a skirt that my Sister might wear. That was strange, and while I was thinking about it Mary moved closer to me.
Then, to my amazement, with her hand seductively stroking my bottom, she whispered into my ear, “Henry it’s my turn!”
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