You open your pants and let your cock springs out. You take your red silk tie off and wrap it around my wrists. You tell me to hold my hands over my h...ead and to not move them. Then you take a long piece of green silk out of your pocket. I struggle a bit as you sit on my knees, immobilizing me. I bite my bottom lip as you blindfold me. I try to press my thighs together, I'm so wet and don't want to show it. You trail your hands down my arms, over my breasts and tummy, down my legs. I want your. I longed to know what boys' different bits were like and just what their connection was with my own deep-inside tsunamis. Soon my fingers learned to tend and grow those primitive feelings into sophisticated and fulfilling bedtime experiences. As my fingers explored, I suspected I might be nurturing blossoms that a boy's fingers might bring to even juicier fruition. If I ever knew the right boy, I'd share those feelings lavishly without reserve. I wondered if I'd be able to divine which boys. But, of course, then I’d need payment.”“Payment?” Paige asked in confusion. “What do you mean?”“Oh,” Pablo replied casually, “just the usual. I’d want you to stroke my dick for me.”“Pablo!” Paige exclaimed once more, before truly letting his words sink in. Sure, since they were brother and sister, he was allowed to touch her ... and since they were twins, he could even touch her sexually, if he pleased. (Which he obviously did.) But the nature of their relationship meant that it would be. Taking a deep breath, she then let it out slowly."Good girl," I said.I moved my hand around the back of the child's neck, caressing her soft warm skin. She bunched her shoulders with her neck slightly at my touch and smiled."That t-tickles," she said with a whisper.I pulled my little niece gently towards me. Her eyes closed, and then we made contact. Our lips touched. At first, we stayed frozen like that for a few seconds, our mouths barely touching. Then I felt her arms coming up and she put.