Playing Doctor

Maidenhead Books presents A Vignette of Young Lust Tammy & Johnny Book One

~ Playing Doctor ~ By

Little Dickins Copyright © 2011 Little Dickins

"Johnny, since Mom… Oh shit!" I hopped back out of the room—Johnny's room—that I'd just barged into. I'd accidently caught him doing the… What was that cute term Becky used for stroking it? Oh yeah, the five-knuckle shuffle. I lifted my hand to my mouth and giggled. "Sorry, Johnny!" I said loud enough to be heard through the door. "Dammit Tammy. How many times do I have to tell you to knock before you come in?" Johnny's voice seemed shaky. I bit my lip. "I told you I was sorry." This was the opportunity I'd been looking for, so I was going to follow it for all it was worth. "Can I come in now?"

"I guess." I eased the door open. Biting my lip to keep from smirking, I sashayed up to his bed and sat at the foot. He sat at the top against the headboard, his arms wrapped around his knees, which were covered by a sheet. He's trying to hide his woody. "Happy Birthday by the way." "Thank you." I snickered. "What's so funny?" I shrugged and wiggled my underdeveloped butt as the image of his boner embedded itself in my innocent, but devious mind. When I didn't say anything, Johnny asked, "What do you want to do for your birthday?" I wasn't sure why, but it was getting warm between my legs. "Ah, I thought since mom and dad went to mom's twenty year reunion and left you in charge, maybe, since it's my birthday, could Becky spend the night." His gaze glued to my chest. "Sure, go ahead." Being a late bloomer and having relatively flat boobs, I rarely wore a bra—like now. I glanced down at my belly shirt and—sure enough—my nipples had hard-ons of their own. He probably thought I'd thank him and leave. But I didn't. My pussy started to warm up and seep its juices at the thought of what I hoped to do. God, I wanted to touch myself. I moved both of my skinny legs up onto the bed and crossed them Indian Style. "Ieeya…there's something else I'd like to do for my birthday."

His eyebrows elevated as his head tilted. "I'm listening." Brazenly, I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit through my shorts. "Well, if I may be blunt, seeing you wanking-off to Penthouse has my pulse rate in the stratosphere and my you know what, warmer than Old Faithful." He turned a pretty shade of pink. "I wasn't wanking-off to Penthouse. And I don't know what 'what' is." "Yes, you were, and you had this…" I held my forefingers six or seven inches apart. "Big erection. The 'what' is my pussy or as you as always call it, cunt." I crossed my arms under my undersized boobs and gave him a 'so there' nod He reached somewhere behind him and pulled out a magazine with pictures of naked ladies. He laughed. "It was Hustler." I stuck my tongue out, then my non-masturbating hand. "Let me see that." He passed the naughty magazine to me and hitched his chin toward my crotch. "I wish you wouldn't do that. You're going to make me hard again." "That's what I want. I want you hard." I gazed at the magazine and gasped. One of the pictures showed a woman with her legs spread while her fingers parted her pussy lips so wide, I could almost see her beating heart. I tossed the magazine across the room. "This is filthy. How can you—" Johnny ran his fingers through his floppy mane. "Tammy, what do you want? Are you looking to have sex?"

I shook my head. "Sort of, but not the kind you're thinking of…for now. I don't know if it would be right having the kind you're thinking of since we're siblings. "Tammy, you know damn well that we're not really siblings. We're not even step-siblings and the only reason we live together is that your mother and my father live together. We don't have the same DNA or even last name so we could have sex. In fact we could even get married." I shook my head in earnest. "I'm certainly not ready to get married. What you said is true, but since mom and I moved in with you, two years ago, I came to love you and think of you like my brother." Johnny nodded. "And I love and think of you like a flesh and blood sister. Now what do you want?" I smiled. His words made me feel good. I didn't know if I believed him, but if we did what I wanted to do, I expected he might love me for real. "I wanna have some fun. I want us to watch each other as we pleasure ourselves." "Humph. You mean to tell me you wouldn't mind if I watched you finger yourself." "No, I wouldn't. As long as I get to watch you…" I waggled my eyebrows. "Choke your chicken. I want us to have a masturbation party. It would be so-o-o sexy." Johnny almost choked on my words. "You're serious."

"As a heart attack. One of the things I like about having an older brother is you know more about sex than I, who know nothing, so you can help me learn about my sexuality. Mom doesn't want to do it so I'm counting on you." He pursed his lips. "I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not all that experienced." I leaned forward anxious to hear the answer my next question. "Really. How many times have you had sex?" He shrugged. "All the way sex? None yet, but I'm working on it." "With Christine?" "Ah-huh, and Judy Johnson." "From what I hear, Judy is easy meat." Hmm. Johnny hasn't actually had sex yet. That means while he would be my first, I would also be his first—if I beat Christine and Judy to it. "That's the idea." I laughed. "Well, it doesn't matter." I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it where I'd tossed Johnny's Hustler magazine and threw out my AA almost A cup breasts. "What are you doing?" I unzipped my shorts "Getting undressed. I know you've sneaked a peek on me a time or two while I masturbated, so I'm going to let you sit there and watch while I 'tickle my taco'."

Johnny laughed. He had a nice laugh. "Tickle your taco. Where did you ever learn that?" I rose onto my knees and edged my tight low rise shorts back and forth over my hips. "Becky. She doesn't talk like that in front of you, but she has a vocabulary that would make a porn queen blush. I see you're looking at my breasts? Do you like them?" "Very much." "I know they're not that big yet, but they're still developing. I'm hoping to get to a B/C like my mom." When I edged the shorts over my ass, I reclined onto my back and raised my legs in the air. "With your slender build, I kind of like them that way." "You do? I could kiss you for that. Would you like to touch them?" He nodded with gusto. "Ah-huh." "Alright." I rose to my knees and edged over to him. He cupped both of them and squeezed. It felt so good, I sighed. "You like that?" "Very much." "How about this?" He ran the index finger of one hand in circles around my nipple. I gasped. It felt so good, tingly pulses shot straight to my fast warming pussy. Breathily, I answered as best as I could. "I love it." "Christine taught me that. She calls them pleasure circles."

A flash of jealousy joined with the erotic feelings and surged through me. They certainly were pleasure circles. I pulled away. "I have to finish taking my clothes off." I set back onto the bed. As I slid my shorts up and over my knees, I couldn't help but smile. Getting undressed in front of you is really a turning me on." "Me too. I'm as hard as a rock." I bent my knees and slipped the shorts down my calves and over my feet. "Are you going to show me yours?" "I'm thinking about it." I got back up on my knees and knee walked up to him. "If you show me your tallywacker, I'll let you take off my panties." He wrinkled up his nose and mouth and stared through lowered brows. "Tallywacker? Becky?" I giggled. "Where else?" "I thought so." "Well, are you going to show me your 'Johnny one-eye.'" He chuckled and waved a hand my way. You're too much." "Becky again." He laughed. "Maybe I should give up on Christine and Judy and concentrate on Becky." "Perhaps, but she just talks that way. I don't think she puts out." A single brow rose as if he knew something. "Sounds like she's leaning that way."

"Maybe, but in the meantime you have a girl in your bed who wants to show off her freshly shaved pussy. But you have to show me your joy stick." "Hmm, I guess I'll have to take you up on your generous offer. Do you think you could give me a little preview?" I kissed him on the nose. "Sure." Hooking my thumbs over the band of my lacy pink panties, I pulled the fabric down enough to show the two inch ridge of my clitoral sheath. "That looks so hot." His whole body seemed to shiver. "What's that?" When he unexpectedly reached out and touched my clit it was like a bolt of electricity shot through me. I grabbed his hand and moved it away. "That's what I call my love bud. It's actually called a clitoris." "So that's what it looks like. I probably touched Christine's in the dark, but I didn't know what it was." "Well next time you touch one, rub it, squeeze it, even lick it or suck on it. If you ever want to get a girl in the sack, doing any of those things will do the trick." "Really, did it turn you on?" I nodded. "It would have, if I'd let you continue." "Can I touch it again?" "Nuh-uh." I pulled my thumbs out and the panties snapped back in place. I wagged a forefinger in his face. Maybe after you show me your cock in all its glory."

"It's not that big." "It looked pretty big to me." "All right." He flung the sheet aside and straightened his legs along side of me. Yep, the same cock I'd seen from across the room for a couple seconds—'Johnny one-eye' stared back at me. My brother looked magnificently vulnerable with his rigid, seven inch manhood, jutting out at two o’clock, begging to be stroked. He cast a naughty grin my way. "You like?" My nod was enthusiastic. "Very much. Now you can finish undressing me." He hooked his thumbs over my panties and in seconds I was naked. I laughed when he slipped the opening of my panties over his cock as if it were a garment hook. Nevertheless, the symbolism of his stiff masculine cock piercing the opening in my frilly feminine panties sent imaginary creatures pitter-patting down my spine. Will Johnny and I become lovers? As close as we were, living in this small house, it did seem inevitable. But not today. Today we play. I reached in to pull my panties off him and he beat my hand away. "Hey, leave it alone. It looks good there. Don'tcha think?" I pursed my lips to the side and rolled my eyes. "I guess." He scratched his chin. "Hmm. Maybe not. It's not really my color." Exhibiting a bit of kink, he removed the panties, covered his face with them and took a deep breath. "Mmm. I love it." He gazed at

me. "You don't know this, but I sometimes pull your panties out of the hamper and smell them." Feeling a little violated, I grabbed the panties. "Give me those." Then threw them into our growing pile of discards. With his prop taken away, we finally studied and admired each other. I scrutinized Johnny's youthfully lean, well toned body, but the central object of my curiosity was his dark pink, pulsating shaft and mauve colored crown. His was the first live cock I'd ever seen and it looked damned good to me. Good enough to…to…eat? If I had a clue how to do it. I licked my lips. Just the thought of taking his throbbing manhood into my mouth made my pussy muscles clench. Quantities of crème trickled out of my channel, some of which ran down my legs. Johnny interrupted my lustful reverie when he announced, "God you look good. I always thought you looked cute in a bikini, but I never imagined you'd look this good naked." His words made me feel good, but the way his gaze devoured my body made me feel even better—sexy, like a grown woman. The more he stared at me the more wound up I became. It was as if his gaze had substance. When he scrutinized me languidly from head to toe, I could almost feel his fingers, caressing my breasts, soothing my abdomen, fondling my private areas. The currents of lustful need criss-crossed my body and settled in my core. I needed relief bad. The heat inside me continued to

grow, but I shook off my lusty stupor when Johnny wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke it. I was ready to sit down on the bed and let our mutual masturbation party begin when he made my arousal worse by reaching between my legs and cupping the entirety of my sex. **** My inquisitive sister gasped and rested her hands on my shoulders, when I ran my fingers back and forth along slit. Lolling her head back and moaning, she obviously liked what I was doing. When I shoved a finger into her pussy, she tensed, but as I began to stroke her, she pushed back against each intrusion. With a shaky voice, Tammy bleated, "Oh Johnny! That feels so good." As the wetness of her slit transferred to my hand and finger, her slender frame shook as if she was experiencing a mild earthquake. In a manner, I was shaking too. Seeing my lovely sister naked then touching her pussy and shoving a finger up it almost made me come. "Do you want me to stop?" In a breathy, squeaky voice, she answered, "Don't you dare." Knowing if I came, it could ruin everything, I shifted my hand from my cock to her breast. She gasped as I began to flick and squeeze her thimble sized nipple, and kept alternating between 'ooh' and 'oh', every time I punched my finger into her juicy snatch. I was still getting worked

up from her moaning and writhing, but at least I wasn't close to coming. She raked her slender fingers through my scalp and rested her head on my shoulder. Her breath on my neck gave me shivers. "Oh Johnny. I had no idea you could make me feel this good." Her other hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed it. The sensations from the touch of her hand seemed ten times stronger than my own hand. I groaned and wiggled my cock. She got the message and began to stroke it. "God, that feels good, baby." She began to kiss my neck. "I know. It feels good to me too. Don't forget my love bud." Love bud? Clitoris If you ever want to get a girl in the sack, doing what you just did, will do the trick. Of course, how could I forget that fleshy, sweet, sexy looking protuberance at the head of her sex? Instantly, my fingers and thumb, moved to the supple skin and nerves of her clitoral sheath. Almost immediately, her movements became erratic and frenzied. "Oh fuck, Johnny, that feels good," she bellowed. Practically panting from my erotic actions, Tammy gyrated and pushed her clitoris into my hand. She was charged with energy. Trembling and moving unsteadily, a loud exuberant scream burst from her lips. “Yes! Oh, fuck yes! It's amazing,” Convulsing, Tammy sobbed, as the waves of her climax battered her senses. Finally, she collapsed, onto the bed. Lying on her back with her legs spread and

knees bent, she breathed hard and trembled occasionally from her giant release. Pleased, I smiled. I'd not only made her come, something I really dug, but for the first time I can remember, my sweet, but not as innocent as I'd thought, sister said fuck and I made her do it—twice. Her Columbia blue eyes met mine. She reached her arms out toward me, inviting an embrace. Puckering her supple lips, she hitched a kiss in my direction. Moving her lips with emphasis, she mimicked the words, "Kiss me." I bent over and kissed her chastely on her lips, but that wasn't what she wanted. As I started to pull away, she reached around my neck and tugged me back. "No not a brother, sister kiss. A kiss between lovers." She parted her lips, offering her mouth for a deep kiss. A sigh escaped her lips as my tongue breached her mouth and ventured past her teeth. Probing the soft, slippery cushions, my tongue made sweeping, swirling swings inside her mouth. When our tongues met, a bolt of carnal lightning pierced my heart and cock. I jerked away and straightened. "What's the matter?" I shook my head. "Nothing, I was getting light headed." "I know what you mean. That was the strongest orgasm I ever had. Even when you just touch me it feels stronger." She tittered, "Of course that was the only orgasm I ever had that was caused by someone else."

"Your touch is stronger for me too." I noticed my Hustler magazine on the floor open to a woman with her legs spread wide, showing off her lascivious cunt. Over the years, I'd jacked-off to a lot of photos like that. My eyes immediately shifted to the apex of Tammy's legs for comparison. Following my gaze I reclined between her legs. At first, I merely studied this wondrous thing—my sister's vagina. The flaccid pouty folds that framed its alluring, narrow pussy mouth, pulsated with desire and the opening itself, glistened with her pussy juice. Feminine fingers tunneled softly through my hair. "What're you doing?" "I'm studying your pussy. Is that all right?" "I guess, but why?" "It fascinates me. I want to touch it and get to know it. I've never seen one close up. Knowing what it looks like and what feels good to it might come in handy with other girls." "Kinda like playing doctor. That's a good idea. I want you to get to know my pussy, too. I've always had an urge to show off my pussy like those cam girls do." "No, don't do that. Just let me look at it." "All right. When you've seen enough, can I do the same with your…cock?" I chuckled. "Of course, but I don't know if I'll ever see enough of your sweet pussy." I ran a solo finger lightly along the outline of her folds, clit and recess.

Tammy giggled, "Johnny, that tickles." "Sorry." I pushed a finger into her slick recess and wiggled it. "Does that tickle?" She inhaled deeply and pushed back. "Mmm. That feels nice." I pulled it out and added a second finger. "How about this?" Stiffening, she gasped and sighed, "Ah!" breathing heavily, she continued, "Oh baby." The view down the length of her young lean body from between her legs was exhilarating—especially, since her fingers were pinching and flicking her jutting, pink nipples. I leaned in close enough to her pristine pussy that, if I wanted, I could stick out my tongue and lick it. Instead I took in a deep breath and inhaled Tammy's somewhat familiar vaginal bouquet. I couldn't describe it, only that I it was elemental and natural—I loved it. As I pumped my fingers in and out of her liquid filled chamber, her redoubtable love button loomed in my vision, seemingly pulsing with need. Resting my spare hand upon her smooth mons, I hung my thumb over, and massaged her hyper-sensitive clit. A loud gasping moan of pleasure preceded the ripple of undulation that ran the length of her body. She squirmed and fidgeted. Breathless, she uttered, "God, Johnny. You make me feel so good." I love my sister, and that love came barreling down on me full throttle. I liked making her feel good and wanted to do more. Next

time you touch one, rub it, squeeze it, even lick it or suck on it. I was still close enough to lick her clit, so I did. Arching her back, she shrieked. "Ah…Oh! Oh God." And rocked her head side to side, messing her long dark hair. Tammy's reaction was so strong I thought for a second I might have hurt her. But when her fingers laced through my hair, holding my mouth in place, while her hips pushed her love bud greedily into my mouth, I knew it was the opposite. **** For the first time in my life a man, a boy really, had two long fingers pumping in and out of my pussy while his lovely mouth sucked on my love bud. Johnny, my brother was eating my pussy and driving me bonkers. Flipping out of control from the brand new, erotic sensation of oral sex, my arms and torso moved constantly. This made it difficult for Johnny to keep his mouth on my bud, so he pulled away and pinned my thighs with his arms. "It would help if you moved a little less, Sis." "I'm sorry, you make me feel so good, I can't help it." "Well at least try. Now to see if your pussy tastes as good as it smells." Utilizing his thumbs, I felt my wet folds being separated and splayed. Remembering the photo of the woman in Hustler, I pictured my pussy spread wide open, and gulped. My handsome brother was about to burrow his warm, silky tongue into the depths of my

lusty chamber. What would a man's or even a woman's succulent tongue feel like down there? I had a feeling it might be dreamiest thing yet. His long, smooth, warmth glided into my void, exchanging his saliva for my slippery crème. The sensations I experienced were so mind boggling that my pussy spasmed around his tongue, as waves of powerful pulses shattered through me. His tongue, buried deep in my core, had ignited a liquid fever in my blood—a fever, which flowed through my whole body. Soon he snaked his hand around my hip, he rested his palm on my mound, strumming his thumb across my clit as if it were a guitar string. Overwrought with bliss, I blurted. "Oh, Baby, this is the best yet!" I sighed from the removal of Johnny's mouth as he pulled it away and gazed my way, his mouth glistening from saliva and my pussy juices. "I'm glad, I like making you writhe and moan and eating your sweet, little cunt. It's so sexy and you taste delicious, I'm as hard as a brick." Getting eaten out was so-o sexy. I wondered, could getting fucked be any better? "Keep it hard Baby. I can't wait to taste your one eyed Johnny." He chuckled. "Now we're talking." Johnny continued his fervent oral assault on my slippery passage. As he thrust the long tongue into my wet, summery heat, my muscles clenched and the achy sweetness spread. I began to play

with my super hard, protruding nipples. His slippery tongue reamed my creamy recess, swabbing the pink walls for their juices, while his thumb massaged my love bud. I loved it and every nerve in my body sizzled with need for more: more of his touch, more of his tongue, more of Johnny. The jumble of divine sensations had me on the verge of ecstasy. I slipped my legs around his back, crossed my ankles and reeled his mouth in firmer against my slit. The onslaught of erotic titillation pressed my libido to the limit. Soon my second orgasm rippled across my mind, I went bonkers again from the erotic sensations rifling through me. “Oh my fucking God. this is…fucking amazing.” Johnny’s tongue and hand continued delivering extraordinary carnal delights to my sex and throughout my body so like an energizer bunny, I kept coming and coming. After my body had experienced the last pleasure shudder, I pulled my legs away from his shoulders, jumped into his arms and kissed him with gusto. “Mmm, I taste myself on your lips. I can’t tell you how good that felt, baby.” “So tell me. How did I do?” I snickered. “Baby, you made me feel like a queen.” Reaching between my legs, I borrowed some of the juices that remained and applied them to my brother's fine looking cock. He gasped from my first stroke and lolled his head back. As I continued, he moaned.

I liked that. "Now, dear brother, it's time for me to bow down before you and make you feel like a king. But first it's my turn to play Dr. Tammy Ryan." **** After rearranging us so I sat on the edge of the bed, Tammy got down on her knees and snuggled between my legs. I was apparently about to receive my first blow job. Christine has stroked me while I'd fingered her, but neither one of us had tried to do more in the tight confines of my car. Initially, my sister, aka Dr. Tammy Ryan, made a show of examining my cock, studying it from each side and straight-on. She bent it down and looking at the top, traced her finger along the large meandering blue vein. Then she pushed it against my groin and scrutinized the underside. Having Dr. Ryan looking over my erect cock was a little embarrassing, but it was a lot stimulating. She smiled up at me and tittered. You got to see every inch of me so I want to see all of you." After cupping my scrotum in her hand, lifting it up to examine and gently squeezing my balls, she moved back to my cock, squeezing it lightly between her fingers as if to judge its hardness. Sticking her tongue out, she licked a bead of precome from the tip. "Mmm, I really like that." She may have only been examining me, but it was sexy as hell and it drove me nuts. "How much longer, Baby. I'm about to explode all over your pretty face and hair."

"She laughed. This is really fun." She squeezed my cock again and giggled. "Your cock is like my personal 'one eyed Johnny' doll. Don't worry baby, pretty soon I'll have you in my mouth, but I'm not sure of what to do." I chuckled. "Once I'm in your mouth, there isn't much you can do except run your lips up and down my shaft. Just do what comes natural." "Okay. Now to slick you up." She ran her tongue around the head to see how it twitched and throbbed, then laved every inch of my shaft. She even took my nuts, one at a time into her mouth. She was one thorough doctor. Finally, she licked back up my length and dropped her lips over the head. When those lips sunk almost to the base of my shaft, I gasped and right then, right there almost dropped my load in my sister's mouth. Think of other things—painful things. My mind warned me. Short lived relief came when after she impaled her mouth on my staff three times she pulled off to ask me, "Did you like that? Did I do it all right?" "I loved it. It was so perfect, I almost came." "Good. And I'm glad you mentioned coming. I want to see what your semen tastes like, so come in my mouth." I was almost too worked up to think about it but the words 'come in my mouth' raised my awareness. "Are you sure?" ****

"Ah-huh. One of my friends told me she likes it and another said it was awful. I want to judge for myself." I smiled, when Johnny gasped as I looped my lips around the top of his cock and allowed it to glide toward my throat. The feel of his rigid sex sliding in and out of my mouth and the musky cock odor from his bush actually juiced me up as I could sense humidity returning in my own sex. Today was a banner day. I'd just had a mammoth orgasm from my first time being eaten out and now, I was giving my first blowjob to my brother. I could really get to like this. Being my first time, I didn't quite know how to suck cock, so I experimented as my mouth moved up and down his silky shaft. To start with I wiggled my tongue as his cock slid by tickling the underside. He seemed to like that because when I did it, he started to groan. Feeling the ridge of his cock slipping back and forth over my tongue, I pictured my 'one eyed Johnny' as I pleasured it, the tiny hole at the end of the pinkish head, turning purplish on the ridges. The blue veins randomly crossing that raised slightly and grew more pronounced from the extra blood that entered during an erection. Eventually, strong fingers from both of his hands grasped my head, and guiding my mouth over him. Deep guttural moans escaped from his mouth while he made upward thrusts countering my downward motions. As I continued devouring Johnny’s cock, his scrotum puckered, his testes retreating almost inside his groin. The friend who liked the taste of come, told

me that when a boy does that it was a sign that he was close to coming. After five more oral plunges, I felt it. The initial squirt hit the back of my mouth. Even with Johnny’s cock filling my mouth, I managed to smile at my accomplishment. I had made my brother come by sucking his cock. I'm officially a cocksucker now. Wait until I tell Becky. I laughed, but only in my mind, When Johnny had finished coming and relaxed his firm grip on my head, I pulled his cock from my mouth and smiled up at him. Feeling a bit naughty and a ton wicked, I collected Johnny’s thick, gooey semen onto my tongue and stuck it out for him to see. Still getting his bearings, he didn't notice at first. Still holding his stiff cock, I squeezed and cleared my throat. When he looked into my eyes, I pointed at my tongue and wagged sideways. When he realized what he saw, he laughed. "My little sister is becoming a dirty girl." I swallowed his load with a gulp. "I don't feel dirty. I feel totally sexy, exhilarated and liberated." He lifted me into his arms and gave me a tongue filled kiss. "I wish you weren't my step-sister. I'd marry you, but our friends would think it was weird and your mom and my dad have a fit." "Whoa. I just want to have fun. So how was it? How'd I do?" "Spectacular doesn't quite describe it, but it's close." Johnny's cell phone rang. "I wonder who that is." He picked up the ringing phone. "It's your mother."

"Well answer it." He pushed the green button. "Hello Mom. How's it going?" I smiled at the faces Johnny made as my mother talked to him. "I'm glad you and Dad are having so much fun." "Of course not. No problem. We'll be fine." "Sure, she's here. You want to talk to her?" "Let me go get her." Johnny held the mic against his thigh and spoke under his breath. "They want to stay an extra week." My jaw fell open and my eyebrows peaked. All I could picture as I took the phone from Johnny was him between my legs fingering me and sucking on my love bud. "Hello?" "Hi babydoll. Harry and I ran into some people and we want to stay and extra week. Jonathan said it was all right with him, but I wanted to make sure it was all right with you too, since we already missed your birthday. We would, of course, still celebrate when we get back." "That's fine Ma. You and Dad work hard and need to have fun where and when you can find it." "Okay good. I think there's plenty food and so forth, but if you should run low, Harry gave Jonathan few hundred dollars. And make sure Jonathan doesn't go out with friends and leave you alone. Make sure he helps you celebrate your eighteenth birthday.

I took hold of 'one eyed Johnny' squeezed it and smiled at my brother. "I plan on it. He's already been helping me to celebrate. Have fun and don't worry about me. Johnny is taking good care of me."

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