For now, I felt like shit. I let her do it to me again. It was the end of fifth grade all over again, only ten times worse.Why would I let her break m...y heart twice? Why was I so stupid?I beat myself up for several hours, even taking short naps in the solitary fortress of my bedroom. The parents left me well alone, but insisted I come out to eat supper. I didn’t argue. I cleaned myself up as best I could and wandered out into the light and sat sullenly at the table.I was sure mom had appraised. We hit the road within minutes, both plotting further flirting and possibly more.The ride was interspersed with basic catching-up chatter and verbal flirtations, highlighted by recollection of my sister’s days as a Featured Performer, when she twirled fire batons and swords, danced, and, at times, wore “really tight outfits”. I reminded her of one such get-up, a gold, sequined bodysuit that had a high V-cut on her hips, and a tie string in front, to hold in her bulging boobs. “Man, Deb” I. She told me to sit down and enjoy what was going to happen. My cock was very hard and she took in her hand and stroked it then took it in her mouth and teased me by sucking it and licking it. I just wanted to grab her head and start to fuck her mouth as I was getting so turned on and excited watching and feeling her sucking my cock. She looked up at me and said I want you to cum in my fucking mouth and went back to sucking my cock. it didn’t take to long and I could feel myself getting ready to. It wasn't for the pleasure. It was for the novelty. "Alright. Now you can go take this thing off," I told her, sliding my cock free. "Give me a minute. I think I can get out without help," she said, toddling off to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she opened the door. The bedroom was dark, and the light from the bathroom shone a silhouette. She slid the door closed and my eyes adjusted. She still looked dressed, standing in the dim light seductively biting her lower lip. Then she opened her.