. I just heard a noise from here, was it you?" He said "Yeah. It was. Wana know what it was?" I just shacked my head and said no. "Well alright. Just ...run along and don't get in trouble." I walk back out the alley but before I really could one guy comes out with what seemed to be a gun. "Whoa there boy, where do you think you're going?" I stepped back. "H-home, I was going home. If that's okay." He just looked at me and laughed. "Actually no, that's not okay. Why don't you stay here for a bit. I started sucking them and could hear her soft moans. Her big brown nipples were completely erect. I bit on her nipples.“Ahh,” she shouted as she gave me a naughty smile. She got up and took my hand, and asked me to follow her to the bedroom. We got in, and she threw me on the bed and pulled down my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. My freshly shaved pussy was right in front of her.She took a sniff and then looked up at me and smiled at me. Then quickly dug her mouth in my pussy. She. Well, with you being with me, anyway.”“April, something changed last week, something which is important.”“Oh?” she asked, suddenly nervous.“I was tonsured and made a reader in church. On Holy Saturday, I’ll be made a subdeacon. That means I can only marry someone who is truly Orthodox.”“What?! Why?”“Why am I doing that? Or why is that a rule?”“Both, I guess,” she said, sounding very concerned.“First, because my bishop asked me to and there’s no good reason not to. You know how I am about. I sipped the tea, mulling over my sister's thoughts. Almost on cue, my son slowly slipped down the stairs wearing a pair of boxers and a sleepy grin. His cropped auburn hair showed that he'd just come from bed, messy and uneven despite its short length. Anxiety threatened to boil into my thoughts, my stomach turning over, as I realized what I'd done with my son. I'd been his first woman. I'd let my own son fuck my pussy."Morning..." I said, my throat tight."Hey..." he said, glancing at my face.