Plus I like spending time with my step-brother, Tim. As far as brothers go, hes been remarkably understanding of little tag-a-long me. Our parents mar...ried seven years ago when he was 10, and I was 7. I didnt like him at first, but once we got to know each other, anyone would be hard-pressed to keep us apart. Im sure Ive been a pain more than a few times, incessantly wanting to hang out with him or his friends, but hes always let me be his shadow. There are times I can tell my presence is. I was quite apprehensive as I pulled on my shorts and went downstairs, but when I entered the kitchen, I knew my apprehension was misplaced, she was standing at the ironing board wearing a pair of shorts (and I mean shorts) with just a tee shirt and she was singing along to a walkman plugged into each ear.I laughed as I watched her, she wasn't just ironing, she was dancing with the bloody iron like a pianist, raising her hand up and swooping down to sweep over my shirt, her feet were moving to. Mary Jo and I have been talking about that for a couple of weeks."I quirked my eyebrow. "Oh, really?" What, you think you're the only one who thinks ahead, Robinson?"I chuckled. "How is Mary Jo, Jesse? I heard what she said at lunch."Jesse nodded. "Yeah, scared the heck out of me too, John. I think she's okay, but that one came out of left field. We talked some last night. I think she's better today." You need a thicker skin, Jesse. Hawkins isn't going to let that go now that he hit the target. Kirsten took her to stroke my cock before removing her hand from my jeans. As the night wore on we danced, bumped and grinded on each other. We got pretty drunk and decided to get a room at a near by cheap motel.Once in the room Kirsten sat on the bed looked me in the eyes. She grabbed my face and pulled it down to hers. Kirsten kissed me and I returned it. Once the kiss broke Kirsten asked if she could see my cock. Being drunk and horny I pulled out my cock and almost hit her in the face with.