“Okay, Dear,” she said insincerely through clenched teeth. “We can let them try for a little while … I suppose.”
“Great!” Grace cried out.
John stared at his plate and wondered absently what he’d just gotten himself into.
“I wanna go to with John too!” Jenna cried.
“Shut up, Dork!” Bobby snapped at her.
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He knew she was behind him. He could sense her presence, he could smell her fragerence fill the room.
“John?”
He looked over his shoulder at her and dropped the last of his socks into his suitcase.
She smiled shyly, eyes wide in an expression of anticipation, and leaned nonchalantly against the doorjamb.
She was in a tiny low cut, mid-thigh blue pinafore dress over a tight white blouse that accented the size of her breasts, her hair was done up in a loose bun that allowed a few long loose curls to fall across her eyes. She wore blush and lipstick, her eyes were darkened with mascara.
“Wow!” he said, “You look great!” He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
“Yeah,” she giggled, apparently getting the response she wanted, “I got a hot date.”
“Oh really?” he asked jealously.
She seemed an almost entirely different person today. He chuckled to himself at the thought that maybe all his little sister ever needed all this time was to get her cherry popped.
“A hot date, huh? With who?”
She rushed at him and threw herself on him so that they both crashed down hard onto the waterbed.
She smothered his face with hungry kisses, ran her fingers through his hair so hard he thought she’d rip it out, ground herself against him in her lust. She wasn’t wearing panties and he could feel the heat of her bare pussy through the material of his denim jeans.
She pushed him away and flopped onto her back onto the waterbed so hard that it set the whole thing in motion.
He tried desperately to roll on top of her but the waves held him in place on one side of the bed no matter how hard he struggled.
Grace grabbed his outstretched hands and laughed in joy, she laughed in a way he hadn’t heard since they were both very young, and he found himself laughing with her as they struggled to overcome the laws of physics so they could get at each other to break the laws of Society.
“Help!” she laughed, “Help me, John! I’m floating away!”
“Don’t move!” he ordered.
“Okay!” she giggled and froze her face in a bug-eyed, tongue-lolling expression that only made him laugh harder.
“And no funny faces,” he told her.
“You’re such a square!” she observed.
They stared into each other’s eyes, smiling, waiting patiently for the waves to subside.
Finally, he was able to roll on top of her, put himself between her thighs, rest his chest on her big soft titties, and kiss her lovingly.
She wiggled her hands between them and worked his jeans open as they kissed. He lifted his hips and let her pull him free.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked her, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I liked it,” she said, guiding him to her tiny pink hole. “I liked having your … thing in me.”
She lifted her hips and he slid the tip slowly into her with quite a bit of effort, her cunt barely stretching enough to accommodate his girth.