It was three weeks later, and I was still naked on my TV room floor wondering what happened. I'd had a few beers when I got home, there were a couple ...empty cans next to my spot. I'am a deep sleeper when I drop off; the k**s used to play all kinds of pranks on me while I was asleep. Things felt a bit different down below as well, like my balls had just been drained. My cock was a little slick, and when I touched it, it was a little oily. I sniffed my fingers: vanilla. A quick look at the clock:. I explored deeper entrails of her throat as I neared to climax. Finally, I couldn’t control myself and exploded and poured my semen in her mouth. “Don’t swallow it,” I said, “Not until I say.” She nodded.I pulled out of her mouth. She stood up. She had a load of cum in her mouth which was almost dripping. I laughed. “Now stay like that and continue your chores.” I walked away. The breakfast was served at the usual time. Fried eggs and toast, just what I liked. I dug in.Kashish sat down. She. It really began when I got my first girlfriend, Gina; we were both thirteen, in seventh grade, middle school, and it was a few weeks before we started kissing. We were Gene and Gina and we thought that sounded so cool.Anyway, we were together for about a year or so, not much more than kissing happened, but when we'd turned fourteen, Gina seemed to want to fool around more.One afternoon, at her house, up in her room, she asked me, "Do you want to see my boobs? Like touch them and stuff?"You know. But, David had been good too, in other ways. She was still so sorry for hurting him so.Trying to get him to accept his true role, his biologically defined role, as Jenna’s uncle instead of her father had been the worst for her David; she knew that now. And, Ronald in spite of everything deserved to be Jenna’s father, her real father; he’d done more for her than David ever had or could. But, in the end, it had been David, albeit badly, who had bailed Jenna out of a bad situation. She made a pact.