I hurried toundress and throw on my t shirt and pants. I hurried and hid myMother's clothes under my mattress. It was my brother Thomas and I justdi...d get my panes up when he came near my room. I had my door closed butthat didn't stop him from busting in my room."Hey squirt what's going on?" he asked."Nothing special," I answered. "Hey do ever knock." Not usually, dork," he replied as he shuffled past my door to his ownroom.Thomas thought he was a big shot eighth grader and everyone younger. Whether you're standing holding me or if I'm laying on top of you, you run your hands over the roundness of my bottom and squeeze me and give it a playful slap. When you hold my head in your hands and kiss my lips like you're drinking from the Holy Grail. I love those things. I love when you're lying on top of me and your excited cock finds its way into me and you flex enough to slide all the way up inside of me. I love the look on your face as you fill me as well as the feeling of being one. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what else to say.“Thanks for coming to get this for me. I really appreciate it. We’re so busy here at the moment. I see you have already met Shaun? Don’t worry. Most of us aren’t as camp as him. And, contrary to popular belief, we don’t want to screw every guy we meet”.“What. Not even me?” It was out before I could stop it. I felt my cheeks go red and my mouth went dry when I realised what I just said.“Well, maybe I might make an exception for you. After. .. trickling from your lips... down over your chin...and shoulders... to your nipples... as one of the Crowd... calls you forwhat you are... a fucking teasing... bitch white cocksucker...a girls romper... lace trimmed... cut really high... on the sides...really high... in the back... exposing nearly half... of your whitejiggling ass cheeks... even when you try and stand up... as straight asyou can... and cut even higher... in the front... barely even a strip...of lacy material... covering your.