As I was closing the door to the bathroom, I heard Mum approach the top of the stairs. Something wicked in me wanted to open the door again and greet ...her, but I dared not do that. Somehow, my body covered in spunk might not go down too well, especially as the only other bloke in the house was my Dad.I turned on the shower, got in and started to wash off all that lovely cum. I was still horny as I recalled the whole event. For a short while I wondered how Dad was getting on in their bedroom.I. I was scared that I was cheating.’ My response was, ‘If I give you permission, there is no cheating. I am okay with you doing all of this. But at the same time, you are not forced to in any way. If you feel you wish to stop this, you can. I leave it up to you. Somehow I knew that she would not wish to stop doing this, it was something that made her feel good, and powerful.’ I said, ‘If at any time, I ask that we stop this, would you be able to?’ to which she replied, ‘Of course yes.’ But I know. She's rather cute and you can't help but admire the way her knee-length white skirt hugs the curves of her butt nicely. Definitely a point in favor for this place. "Well, I'm Mia," she introduces herself, shaking your hand. "Nice to meet you. Rachel and Madison are in the kitchen, c'mon."You follow Mia through the nicely, if femininely decorated sitting room to the kitchen, where the other two housemates seem to be preparing some sandwiches. Mia clears her throat, "Hey! Eyes up, girls!" Oh,. "Now Jerry, listen to your sister and don't force her to give me any bad report about your behavior when I get home tomorrow night." "Yeah, ma, okay." My sister wasn't really mean. She just felt that fourteen year old boys were jerky, and, unfortunately, I fell into that condemned category. When I woke up Saturday morning to noises in the kitchen, I knew that she was preparing our breakfast. So I washed up a little and pulled on my robe over my pajamas. I was aware of the wonderful odor of.