Come on by and we can have a chat.’ Lauren’s eyes danced at the thought of Jake coming by again. A little disappointed that they couldn’t talk n...ow, but understanding of the work Lauren had to get done, he agreed. ‘Expect me tomorrow Miss Lauren. I want the same treatment the little old man gets!’ Jake smiled broadly, showing his perfectly white straight teeth. ************************************************* By the time Lauren got home that night, she was beat. Closing had been rough because. From then on, my desire to 'look' like my sister was never a secret from my mother. I wasn't yet old enough to be wearing the clothes for perverted reasons. I was MUCH smaller than other boys, and girls clothing fit me much better and more comfortable than boys clothes. My mother and Brittany both understood this, and never judged me for it. They even proudly defended me at times as I got older.As I progressed through my teens, I inherited my sister's hand-me-down clothes just like a little. I begin to time my eye movements to those of her legs and get a sustained view of well filled material forming itself around her prominent mound of flesh.Our drinks arrive and the brunette waitress leans low to reveal small pointed tits cupped in a flesh coloured bra. So much of her tee flaps loose that I see the whole of one breast held in its little cotton cup outlined against the dark inside of her uniform for one glorious second. I feel my erection grow in my loose shorts. The waitress goes. Both his lovers came with him, and Stephen thought hewas done, but they had other ideas. By changingpositions and taking turns, they ravaged Stephenthroughout the night. When they left him at dawn,Stephen was sore and bleeding from his anus. Hismouth tasted horrible and still leaked cum. Stephenlay quietly in bed, hugging a pillow, with a smile onhis face. What had been dreaded, was now amazingly,fucking, great.Months followed. Bill and Mike introduced theirfriends to Stephen.