Anyone ‘up to no good’ got squirted with the spray bottle she normally kept to keep the cat off the furniture. So far, that was only her own nephew Mike and his girlfriend Tanya—now those two weren’t allowed to leave the wrap-around porch where everyone could see them. Most of the homemade high-school seniors were out there as well, while a number were also having a LAN party of the shooter game Grail 2, an activity resounding girl with gunfire, explosions, and swearing in equal measure. Claiming the racket was going to give her a headache, Emily’d convinced Brian to sit with her over in the living room. Where we can be big alone, and the mood’s just right. “Emmie, I’m feelin’ pretty torn right about now actually,” Brian mused, his words snapping her out of her reverie. “On the one hand, I want to be able to hold this night over your head for years … but on the other hand, as your friend, I’ve also gotta stop you from embarrassing yourself too much, you know? How ‘bout you call it a night?” “Noooooo. Noooooo. I’ve only had this much,” she laughed, raising the bottle of Tequila to show him how little of it she’d actually had. The amber liquid inside was barely down to the neck of the bottle—no wait, it was down several inches lower than that now. When did that happen? Another giggle slipped out, this time unintentionally. Whoopsie. “Yep, time for me to drive you home,” Brian decided, starting to rise off the sofa. “No no no no,” Emily said, forcibly pulling him amateur back down next to her. “Not yet, c’mon. I didn’t even tell you the big secret yet.” “You said you were gonna tell me teen something funny, not something secret,” Brian pointed out. “No—no I didn’t,” Emily replied, scrunching up her face like she was trying to remember. “But anyways, like, if it’s funny, it has to be a secret, right? If it’s not a secret, then the punch-line’s not funny, ‘cause you already know it?” “Motor-mouth don’t have any secrets,” Aunt Mattie laughed in her raspy smoker’s voice as she passed through their room, collecting dirty plates in each hand. “I do so have a secret!” Emily insisted, struggling to sit up straight and making sure neither of her hands were on Brian. “Uh-huh,” Aunt Mattie laughed, rolling her eyes at the bottle of tequila. “You want a glass for that, honey?” “I’m okay,” Emily said. “Don’t wanna dirty more dishes for you.” “For me? ” Aunt Mattie laughed, continuing on into the kitchen. “First one of you sprouts that throws up is doin’ all the dishes in the morning. Probably gonna be you. ” “Your punchline better not be you puking all over me,” Brian muttered, just barely loud enough for her to hear. “Yeah, real funny,” Emily griped, slapping his arm a little harder than she’d intended. “You’re just a sissy crybaby who’s too scared to drink.” “Well… Fair enough, I guess I am,” Brian said, giving her a rare serious look. “Uh…what?” Emily asked, surprised. She almost forgot to look drunk for a moment, so she hurriedly scrunched up her face to cumshot look confused, slapping his arm a little more gently this time. “What are you talking about? The first round of conditioning helped Laura see herself as less than human. And with their loins joined and their tongues fucking inside their locked lips they were rocking like a dinghy on a big rough sea. I was getting hotter by the minute; my knees were ready to fold when Delia started crying out an orgasm. That is what I want to find. Both his hands slid up my body to cup my breasts. His lips wrapped around one node, sucking deliciously and cumshot pulling my breast outward. I looked up at her. He was skeptical at first , but after talking for a amateur few minutes he said, “Wow dad, I’ve never seen you girl this happy. Please make me cum,” she all but begged. “We should get some sleep.” She muttered, then walked away, and closed the door homemade behind her. That we were both bullied and abused by those bigger and stronger than us and we both had vowed never to be the victim again, but that was where the similarities ended. “Yes!” I moaned. Her hand found my crotch, squeezing my hard cock. Her ears perked up at the offer. I felt his fingers teen run over my asshole and I moaned. I looked at the tapestry of crests.