Ever since we 've lived in town there was one house way down the end of Montague Street that we avoided. Of course Thomas Kyd told report about it being haunted. It was an old Victorian house, not exactly a mansion, but two account and an attic. When I 'd tantalize my bike in the area if I stopped at the corner of Elm and Montague I could just see it in the space. There were no other houses near it and we never really saw any traffic down there. I asked my parents and they claimed there were two elder women, sisters, who lived in the house. Kids would dare each former to go down there, but most did n't have the nerve.

Then early last summer there was some activity. Trucks going up and down the street. But I never saw anyone. I did n't think much of it until school started. I was now a Junior in senior high school. My name is Devon, most call me Dev. I 'm about the most ordinary kid in our school. 5-8, scrawny, Robert Brown tomentum, browned eyes. I just blend into the scene. I did n't cause bother with anyone ; I had enough ally. I was hopeless with girls. Maybe because I did n't play sports, or maybe I was just too norm.

A few days after school started password was going around about the weird new girl. `` She 's a monster. '' `` So odd. '' `` Not surely what her mode is supposed to be. '' `` Creepy. '' I had n't noticed her until Friday. I saw someone I did n't recognize walking towards me in the Charles Francis Hall. I stood aside as she went by. foresighted straight black hair, no make-up, staring straightaway ahead. A unaffixed shirt hanging from narrow shoulders, faded jeans. I watched her go by. She did n't appear creepy or freaky. Maybe a little Wyrd in that she did n't interact with anyone. She was n't ugly or anything. Just form of plain. Average.

The next time I saw her she was by the storage locker. A few girls were giving her a operose clip. Mocking her typically kick clothes, her deficiency of elan, or at to the lowest degree a way they approved of. I minded my line, but as I went by someone called her an surly creep. Without thinking I turned.

'' Why do n't you leave her alone ? Just because she 's not in your clique. ``

This surprised them. Quiet, average Dev was speaking up. `` Hey Dev, do you liiiike her. She 's plain enough for ya. '' This was Melody, queer of the pop girl. I was n't about to get into it with her. It would put me on the pop kid shit listing and really I just wanted to get through my days and get back home to my online life.

'' No Mel, well I mean I do n't even have it off her, or even her name, but why be mean ? Some people just want to be left alone. ``

Melody stepped aside and let the new girl go on her way down the manse. Head down, ignoring the world.

'' Happy now Dev ? ``

'' Yeah, just it 's not like she 's bothering you. '' Then I left the group making my way to my next category hoping I was n't causing myself bother. It 's not that I 'm particularly brave or pull in a habit of getting involved.

It was Friday again, must be a scheduling affair, but I was in the same hall and new girl was coming my way. Sami look, Saami determined effort to avoid everyone. This time she stopped when she got to me. She did n't look directly at me. Looking down, holding her books in front of her.

'' Thanks. ``

'' You 're welcome. ``

'' My gens is willow tree. '' Then before I could say anything else she walked on. I looked after her. Her blue jean seemed light on her, held tight at her waistline with a blackamoor belt.

Over the next match of weeks I 'd see her here and there at school. I 'd say how-do-you-do, she 'd respond, but stay fresh any conversation to a minimum.

At least now she knew my figure, and that we were both in junior year but apparently in different syllabus as we had no classes together. Finally on a Tuesday I was leaving later than usual, after staying to do some body of work in the library. I noticed willow tree ahead of me walking the direction I needed to go. I jogged to catch up. I was curious.

'' Hi Willow, intellect if I walk with you ? ``

'' No, ok. I 'm just walking home. ``

I tried to call back of something to say. But asking how school was going seemed pointless, it was a job for her. The weather ? Think Dev, think. As I walked quietly, incertain what to say, Willow stopped and turned to me. This was the firstly time she 'd actually looked right at me.

'' Why did you do it ? ``

'' Do what ? ``

'' stop consonant those girls. Stick up for me. about masses ignore me, or telephone me names. ``

'' Um, I do n't know. '' I shrugged. `` You were n't bothering anyone. You do n't merit to be picked on. '' I was looking right at Willow now. Was she plain ? Or just not all made up like the popular miss ? Her dark center seemed to draw me in. Then she gave me sort of a stooped smile. The world-class bit of emotion from her.

'' That was a nice matter to do. give thanks. '' Then she turned and continued our walk. I tried bringing up topics, things she liked to do, video games maybe ? No, she was n't allowed to play on the internet. Hmm, I was running out of topics. Then we came to the corner of Elm and Montague. I still had a few blocking to go. willow stopped.

'' I live down here. ``

'' Where ? You mean the big sign of the zodiac ? ``

'' Yes, we moved in this summer. My aunts lived there but one died and the early moved to a home. So my mother moved my older Brother and me into the house. '' This was the longest string of words she 'd said to me. But I was dumbstruck. She lived in the haunted house ? I had dozens of inquiry, to the highest degree of which I could n't ask.

'' Interesting '', was all I managed.

'' Yeah, another reason I 'm the weird girl. I suppose now you 'll avoid me too ? ``

'' No, no you 're ok. We 're just a couple of veritable kids trying to get by. ``

'' You can come visit someday. ``

'' Oh, uh, OK. Yeah that would be cool. ``

'' I have to go, they 'll be waiting for me. '' Then she kissed me. Right on the sassing. Then without another Word she turned and walked down Montague Street. I stood anchored to the berth. What had just happened ? She kissed me. I did n't get many kisses from girls. Was that thanks for sticking up for her ? Something more ? Did she wish me ? I had no way of knowing. But I was intrigued.

The next time I saw Willow at school I thought she was going to walk past me. But she paused, gave me a compressed lipped smile. Then went on down the hall, same walk, straight, books held in front, bleak hair hanging halfway down her back. I found myself thinking about her. Daydreaming at school. At base. She had n't exactly made it into my phantasy. Those secret moments involved the net and eubstance I could see. I knew nothing about Willow 's, with her light shirts, baggie jean, long straight hair. But I did think about her. I tried to get a effective double of her nerve. Somewhat wan, but not ghostly. heterosexual person nose. Nothing strange. Regular sass. She had n't done more than give a closed sass grinning, so no estimation about teeth. But those sullen dark middle. Like deep pools you could dive into. I convinced myself that she was, prissy looking. And she 'd kissed me.

Later that day I saw her by her locker. She seemed to be waiting. For me ? I stopped. Said hello.

'' Hi Devon. If you stay a little after school we could walk dwelling together. ``

'' Sure, yeah. I can do some prep or something. Meet you in nominal head ? ``

'' OK. '' A smiling. A brief leave of her lips as they turned up at the ends. Just a hint of Elwyn Brooks White straight teeth. And a pregnant chad on her in good order cheek. `` You in effect get to class. ``

'' Oh yeah. Right. See ya later. '' I was lost for the residual of the afternoon. So much to engage. To digest. To deliberate. Forget homework. I was sitting outside our school day from the end of my final class until I saw Willow coming through the door. I joined her and tried making conversation. I asked if maybe she 'd care to get pizza or something one day on the way abode ? Or go walk around the promenade ?

'' I 'll take to learn at home. We have schedule and ruler. I 'm expected to do, certain affair. ''

'' Oh yeah, I have task too. I understand. '' She just glanced over at me. We walked in secrecy for a bit. She was maybe a petty different, but then I was n't exactly mister cool. When we got to the quoin of Elm and Montague I asked if she 'd like me to walk her down to her house.

'' OK, if you want. It 's form of deserted almost of the way. ``

We turned down her street. There were no house up near Elm. Really nothing much along the street. At the end I could see her house. As we got closer I got my unspoilt look at the household since billy club Carson dared me to ride my motorcycle down there a couple eld ago. It was old. Very old. But it seemed clean. Curtains in the windows.

'' OK, see you at school day. '' Again she turned to me. I wondered. Yes. She leaned forward, we were nearly the same pinnacle, and kissed me. Kissed me right on the lip. And held it there. I did n't know what to do. Put my weapons system around her ? candid my mouth ? Too early to french kiss ? Then she broke the candy kiss as the front door opened. She took a deep breath. Smiled. A real smiling. Nice teeth. We looked to the front door. A midsection aged woman stood there. Tall, thinly. Obviously Willow 's mother.

'' Hello Mom. This is my friend Devon. ``

'' howdy Devon. Now come on in willow. Your brother 's wait. ``

'' Hello Mrs. um ''

'' Reed '', Willow offered.

'' Mrs. Reed. Nice to run across you. ``

'' You too, now come on in willow tree. '' I looked at Willow, at her mother, then turned to make my way up Montague. As always, a short while with Willow left me with as many new questions as answers. Her name is willow tree Reed. That 's. Interesting. Her mother seemed a niggling unknown, but maybe I should n't be judging hoi polloi since I did n't like the great unwashed judging Willow. 'your brother 's waiting'. I realized I was back at Elm. I had n't even notice the paseo back up the street alone.

Friday I asked Willow if I could jaw over the weekend. I was curious about her place. What did that firm look like inside ? And her female parent. And brother. So much about her I did n't understand.

'' I 'll ask my mother. Come by the corner of Elm about noon tomorrow. I 'll be there and let you bed. I hope you can. '' Saturday could n't descend soon enough. Even my Friday night onanism seemed a chore to get done so Sabbatum would arrive. I was on the box of Elm and Montague at 11:45, just in sheath. I paced back and forth across the street. Then suddenly she was there. How did I miss her coming up the street. I walked over quickly to join her. Hopeful.

'' Mom says we can sit out on the back porch. I have a lot to recount you. ``

'' OK great. '' I tentatively, went to take her manus. She was dressed as usual, loose shirt and wear upon jean. She was always clean but her clothes almost looked like deal me downs. She took my hand. We walked down Montague.

'' Devon. I know masses think I 'm unearthly ... ''

'' No, you're.. ''

'' Please, just listen. Well, my family is sort of Wyrd. Not like nigh kinsfolk. I need to ask you a motion. ``

'' What ? OK. '' She turned and looked at me. I looked into those eye. She kissed me. She opened her sassing and offered her glossa. I reciprocated. I closed my eyes and got lost in willow tree. I put my hands on her sides at her hips. She held my arms. Kissed the hint from me. Then she stepped back, just a half gradation. We were still so close. She looked at me with those dark pools.

'' Devon. Will you have sex with me ? ``

You could give knocked me over with one finger's breadth. My stifle almost buckled. My lip hung undecided. I could not speak.

'' Am I too ugly ? '' She took my script, placed it on her breast. That broke me from my daze. Wow, those unleash shirts and rule book had been hiding real, honest to goodness boob. My fingers closed over the cumulus sitting high on her chest. I was no expert but I 'd seen enough porn to have it off these were n't small. I shook my head.

'' NO, not ugly at all ! I just, I, I did n't expect. ``

'' Well will you ? '' fucking, this only happened in erotica and fantasy taradiddle. How could I be so lucky ?

'' Uh yeah. Why would n't I ? ``

'' Well. It 's my syndicate. Let me secern you, then result. '' We 'd begun walking again. And honestly I had a hardon. Was this really happening ?

'' I 've been doing it awhile. My father at for the first time. My mother said it was ok and women should make a man. Then my older brother. When my Father of the Church passed, I was responsible for for St. John. mother says I 'm patent and I should be happy to do it. ``

I stopped walking. `` That sounds atrocious. They make you ? ``

'' Not really make. It 's just the way it is. ``

'' So why now ? Why me ? ``

'' If you do this for me. I 've talked to my mother. If I prove that I can attract a man. If there 's soul who wants me. I 'll be free from my, certificate of indebtedness. ``

'' So you just desire sex with me to fend off sex with your chum ? ``

'' No, no. I mean I 'm sure I could possess found any man to just make love me. But that would n't cause worked. I mean, it 's not so awful with can, so just anyone could have been worse. But you were form to me. My living is n't that bad. I have my picture and I like to be alone in my studio at home. So if you do n't want .... ''

I pulled willow to me, hugged her. Held her miserly. Wow, what a floor. So a lot to action. I think this part of it was new for her, she slowly put her blazonry across my rachis. Then lightly hugged me back. I looked at her. `` OK, it 's not like any of the girlfriend at school are asking me. And I have a feeling you 're hiding more under those loose clothes than anyone imagines. And I find you scheme. And attractive. I 'm not certainly if it 's more precious, or pretty. ``

She blushed. `` I know about the sex part, but all this belittled talk of the town and hired hand holding and flattery is different. ``

'' That 's ok Willow, I do n't love much about any of it. I 'm an English people John Major so I can befuddle around some words I guess. ``

We continued walking. When we reached the house Willow took my hand and led me up to the front line door. She opened it and here I was in the menage on Montague Street for the kickoff time. It seemed even turgid inside than from the street. willow tree 's mother joined us and looked me over.

'' Are you sure ? ``

'' Yes. '' She stood there holding my manus. I casually moved just a little closer to her. She really did n't understand the usual clues.

'' I guess he 'll do. You know the deal. '' Then she walked away.

'' The deal ? ``

'' I 'll excuse. But first, can I show you my studio apartment ? '' She led me to the back of the house. At the end of the hall she opened a door to a large elbow room well lit from the afternoon sun. Arranged around the room were canvas tent, some partially finished, other with respective somewhat abstracts drawing off. Some were colouring, others charcoal. One was what had to be a ego portrait. An oddly angled interpreting of a Danton True Young charwoman falling down a hole. Or a sinister pool.

'' These are amazing Willow. I 'm no expert, but these are art. Do you take social class at school day ? ``

'' Not really. I tried at my previous shoal, but they seemed like they were boxing me in. ``

I looked from picture to picture. There was a melodic theme I was getting from many of them, but I could n't put a finger on it ? Escape ? No. I heard a rustling behind me. I turned to see Willow with her shirt now off. Oh wow. She reached back and released her bra. I stood hypnotized. Her darkness hairsbreadth hung over her berm on the left covering most of that breast, but the other was uncovered. Like a large orangeness sitting on her chest, tilting upward with a small pinko nipple perched on the end. While I was staring at her chest, Willow had loosened her belt, her jeans falling to the floor. Plain whiten panties now visible. Her pale pelt just several shades darker. She bent to slither down her underwear then stood, nude, a patch of moody hair between her legs. As beautiful in my eyes as any drawing in the room.

'' Are you just going to stare ? This is my individual room. No one is allowed in here. '' I stepped towards her. `` Do I look ok ? ``

'' Ok is an understatement. The one who call you ugly or weird or creepy are screen. '' I stepped close-fitting, reached out with my hand, touched her shoulder. Almost to see if she was real. I cupped her boob, stroked it lightly, touched her pale tit. Let my hand go down, around, held her to me. Kissed her. `` Willow, you have an amazing body. You hide it from the existence, but it 's beautiful. I, I heard your account, but you really want to. With me ? ``

'' Why would n't I. You 're nice looking. You do n't put on a manipulate attitude. You 're kind to me. '' I realized then what she needed. She was getting physical sex and her family treated her ok, but she needed individual to really care for her. I held her, and stroked her haircloth, caressed her back. She lifted my shirt over my head, touched my summertime tan. My thin chest and tight fitting arms. I really carried no extra weight unit and not a solid lot of muscle either.

'' I 'd wish to paint you someday. You 're interesting. Not the body builder supporter type or authoritative Greek hero. We kissed again and she worked on my belted ammunition. Unsnapped my jeans, slid down the zipper, then slid down the jean. I kicked off my fink, then the denim, standing before willow in grizzly pugilist briefs. She stood against me and felt my putz, now fully hard in my underwear. I thought she might have giggled. Oh piece of ass was it too small ? I wondered, with all the porn I 've seen.

'' Is something wrong ? Is it ... ''

'' No, no, sorry, it 's ... You 're a lot crowing than my brother. '' A wave of rilievo washed over me. It might have even grown a little more. willow dropped to her knees and pulled down my short pants, my unvoiced rooster pointing out then curving upward at the end. `` Wow. '' Was all she said as she inspected it, watched it spring up when she pulled it down. stir my ball chemise hanging below. `` I 'd wish to paint this someday too. '' I stood still. Proud I guess. All my concerns alleviated. Willow stood, still holding my stiff shaft. She kissed me. `` I 'm never naked this long with a man before they 're, you know, fucking me. Can we just play a bit first ? ``

'' willow, we can do whatever you like. '' She arranged some drop cloths on the floor, then led me down beside her.

'' Please kiss me all over. Be gentle and form. Say nice thing to me. '' These were instructions I could easily accompany. So I kissed her, gently. And spoke to her, kindly. The only struggle was being a horny teen with the Key to the burial vault. I made myself go slack. From her lips, down her neck, kissing nibbling, whispering in her ear. Telling her how lucky I was that a beautiful woman wanted me. Telling her I did n't know where to osculate next because every component of her was inviting. Kissing her shoulders, between her bosom, around, under and over. Then circling her mammilla with my lingua, kissing and sucking her nipple, then repeating on the other chest. Then her face, her belly, the shapely hips that had been hidden under those open denim, across and around her omphalos. Then down, to her scrub. As dark as the hair on her head, kissing on her mound, then down to her slit, her interior brim just poking through. Then down one leg and up the other. Finally she called me to her, face to look. We kissed, mouthpiece open, tongues entwined, with urgency. Coming up for air I told her how I could get hold no imperfectness. How I could and would gladly spend 60 minutes kissing her physical structure. All the while touching her but avoiding the obvious sensual parts, letting her know that her hips, her stomach, her shoulders all attracted me. Then she cried.

'' What 's the matter ? ``

'' Is this what erotic love is ? ``

'' Oh. I, I do n't know. I 've never been in lovemaking. I love my kinsfolk, but that 's different. It 's forgivingness. It 's caring. It can be love, but that takes metre. ``

'' Oh Devonshire, I ca n't do this to you. ``

'' What, do what ? ``

'' The agreement with my female parent. ``

'' I do n't realize. ``

'' If I find a man who will accept me. Plain ol'me. Then my brother will move out, find his own place. And I wo n't have to anymore. ``

'' So that 's proficient, right ? ``

'' Yes but if he leaves then my female parent. fountainhead she 'd be alone. So the agreement is whoever I find necessarily to hold sex with her too. Sometimes. ``

'' waiting. If we have sex then I need to also, your female parent ? '' Willow shook her headland. I sat up. My cock was now unsure. Could I ? Would I ?

'' My family has been having incest and strange relationships for generations. That 's why we avoid the great unwashed. And virtually do n't finish school. But I insisted. I 'm not sure my father would have let me, but mother gave in. I think it was the painting that convinced her.

'' So if we have a relationship. How often ? ``

Willow looked down. `` She 's not that old and her sister 's jr.. ``

'' Sister ? ``

'' She visits every early month. ``

'' So both of them. ``

She shook her question. Looked down. Sniffled. `` Would I be worth it ? ``

'' Not to draw luminosity of your situation but most guy, you offer them three charwoman and they 're signing right up. But how do you find ? ``

'' I 've never had a boyfriend. Would you, like walk with me at school and take on me for tiffin ? ``

'' Willow, I 'd be honored. First day back I will hold your hand proudly. I want you to prune just like you normally do. ``

'' Why ? ``

'' To show that I 'm with the Willow they all mock. Then I 'm taking you shopping and you can buy whatever clothes you like. You 'll blow their shag judgment. ``

'' You do n't receive to buy me matter. I have mess of money. Inheritance. Only my Mom would n't let me buy new stuff. ''

I took Willow 's facial expression in my helping hand. `` Tell her it 's parting of the mickle. '' Then I whispered in her ear, `` And tell her I have a bigger dick. ``

Then she laughed. And laughed. And it was a beautiful mass and a wonderful sound. She reached for my now easy shaft. She stroked it twice then leaned down and took me into her rima oris. The notion of her sonant brim on my hardening penis sent shivers down my spine. Those non-white dark eye looked up at me. With her tooth just barely holding the tip she asked, `` ready ? ``

I could barely say, `` Uh huh. '' Willow threw a leg over me and quickly mounted my pecker. She braced herself either position of my head and began steadily rolling her coxa shifting my stopcock in and out. I watched as her knocker rocked up and back before my heart and felt her pussy credit crunch and free my dick with every cast of her hips. She may have been forced, coerced, into being experienced, but I was n't. A few More clock time and I quietly squeaked, `` I ca n't much longer. '' She smiled and began bouncing on my shaft, then feeling me strain she sat on me and let me cum. I do n't acknowledge if I 'd ever cum that much, my toes curled and I gripped the drop cloth and tried to void my completely dead body into Willow. When I finally relaxed she casually sat on my softening cock letting my semen drip out around it. Still astride me she knelt either incline of my hips and looked down at me all sullen hair and glowering eyes and pale breast and tap nipples all just a bit flush from her travail. She used one fingernail to draw telephone circuit on my chest. Up and down and around she went.

'' I forgot, did n't think, that you would, you know. You felt big inside me. I liked that a lot. ``

'' Sorry but I 'm not. Well I 've only done it a pair off meter. And you 're so hot. I could n't. ``

She took her nail from my chest and put the finger over my backtalk. `` Ssh. We can do it lots and mess. As long as there 's all the other hooey like very buff. '' I pulled her down so she was resting on me. As she leaned forward my wet pecker fell out. She giggled.

'' I 'd forgotten it could be so much fun. '' She laughed again and I touched her dimple. Rubbed noses, kissed. Held her tight. We cleaned ourselves on a cloth, then she had me sit on a stool. I felt a lilliputian self-conscious. nude statue, my soft stopcock lying on my leg. Turning myself this way and that as willow looked for the right angle.

'' Hold it there Dev. '' Was that the first of all fourth dimension she called me Dev ? `` There 's an puzzle picture here if I can get it just right. male nude person can be a problem. You 've got parts sticking out. ``

'' womanhood have breasts sticking out. ``

She turned and held her hands under her two well-formed breasts, `` But these are art themselves. '' She laughed. I did n't disagree. `` OK, I 'm just getting ideas. I 'll think about it. Can we get you a haircut ? ``

'' Why what 's unseasonable ? ``



'' As I look at the Angle of your side, with the right cut, there 's a fine-looking man there. You just let it grow over. ``

'' New wearing apparel for you, haircut for me. ``

'' Deal. Now how about some more than of that big thing you have sticking out. '' willow tree turned and from behind I could see nicely formed she was, her hips flaring out, her butt rounded and firm. She got down on her articulatio genus. `` This one 's for you. Get behind me and give me that big prick. '' I jumped from the ordure and knelt behind Willow. I took a moment to caress her butt impudence, to slide my handwriting down and between, to get her opening move, to tease her and rub her clit. Only when I heard her hum, then I got up close and slid my unvoiced cock into her. From this angle I was able to hold her hip joint and rock into her, thrusting my cock deeper than before, touching the far wall of her vagina. Making her oink as I filled her. Her brawniness gripping and releasing me. shortstop quick drive, then long slow, pulling almost all the way out then all the way in. Then getting in penny-pinching I gave her relentless shortsighted thrusts as I reached around and found her clitoris. Rubbing vigorously to keep with my short concentrated poking. `` ooooooooooooooooooo '' and I could feel her cumming on my cock, `` ooooooooooo '' arching her back. `` Uh, dainty. '' Then back to pumping my shaft into her until finally I held her and gave her my cum again. Breathing heavily from my elbow grease, I held willow in shoes as I emptied myself. Then I sat back. She turned and kissed me hard.

'' I said it was for you and you still thought enough to ease up me something. Something very nice. I do n't get that often. ``

'' Times have changed. climax for Willow is my motto. ``

'' I like that one ! '' Now let 's get dressed. We can have some lemonade on the back porch. Just think of, the residue of the kinsperson may be here. We dressed. Then went out to the porch. Despite all the things said about the household over the long time it did n't search bad. Old sure as shooting. Out of style, definitely. We sat together sipping lemonade like some old fourth dimension photo. Willow 's female parent came out to link up us. She sniffed the air.

'' I suppose you two have already been at it ? ``

'' Yes female parent. And yes to your second question. ``

'' Worth my time ? ``

'' If you must make love, the best and biggest I 've had. '' Mrs. vibrating reed looked at me like I was the last scrawny chicken in the shop.

'' Really. '' Now I 'm not the dauntless or toughest guy out there, but I 'd had enough. I 'd go along with the plan, but there would be some changes. I stood up and reused my earlier line.

'' Mrs. John Reed, clock time have changed. I agreed to your convention in this household. But your girl and I are now dating. I wo n't have you treating her poorly. She 'll be buying new clothes. Whatever SHE likes. We will spend clip here, but also out with others our age. She 's not your maid, or anyone 's plaything. She 'll do what she wants with whomever she wants. I will be honored if that someone is me. agree ? ``

She looked at willow, `` Well I see you 've found yourself a smart boy with big approximation. '' Then at me, `` Agreed. I guess she 's your plaything now. ``

'' damage. willow tree is no one 's plaything. She beautiful, saucy and very gifted. '' Mrs. Reed aspect from me to willow and back. Nodded her head and left us. I sat back down.

Willow took my arm, wrapped hers around and held my handwriting. `` I ca n't believe you told her like that. You 're like my paladin. ``

'' Even better, I 'm your boyfriend. '' Then we sipped lemonade.

Mon at school was interesting. I met Willow at the street corner and we walked hand in hand to school. foreland turned, input were made. I walked her to her storage locker. Some of the other young lady hanging around giggled, pointed. Something about the two dorks congregating. If dating Willow made me a dork I was all in. In my socio-economic class even guy who were my friends asked me how come I was with the Weird lady friend. `` Dude she 's so Wyrd looking. '' `` What 's with the baggy wearing apparel ? '' `` Did you buss her ? She never grin, does she deliver teeth ? '' And on it went. I mainly just state them to squeeze it. You have to make love her, she 's a prissy girl.

We met up after shoal and walked home. At the corner she asked, `` Do you want to issue forth over and you know, fuck ? ``

'' Yes I do, but please do n't sense obligated. This is the new willow tree. Personally I 'd have sex with you all day and nighttime until it fell off. But it 's not your job. Fuck me because you like to and need to. There, that 's my speech. ``

She looked at me hands on hips. `` Ok, do to my house and fuck me, swain. '' So we did. Today I was on top with Willow 's legs on my shoulders, driving oceanic abyss into her. When I 'd again flooded her snatch she had me sit on the stool again and began light trace on newspaper publisher with wood coal. It did n't amount to much, but she was satisfied. A start. Then she gave me a reverse job before sending me on my way. I walked home tactual sensation light as a feather. The solely matter in the back of my brain was next Saturday. Oh well. Maybe doing Mrs Reed would n't be so bad. She looked to be in decent Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe.

After school on Tuesday we did go shopping. Willow got measured and tried on a few couplet of jeans to bump ace that flattered her figure. Also some blouses cut to depict off her dumbbell just a bit. New underclothes I did n't get to see and humble earrings. Then we hit the salons. low gear she told the hairstylist exactly how to cut my hair, showing him a sketching she 'd made. Then she went across

the way and came out with a whole new aspect. She was n't all done up. That 's not willow. But just a bit of color on her lips a jot on her brass. And well-nigh surprising of all, her whisker cut articulatio humeri length in some style I do n't know the epithet of and probably from an original survey too. She had her tomentum tucked over her left ear as she met me.

'' Oh. my. god. You look so gross out amazing. You 're you but somehow all new. How 's my hairsbreadth ? ``

'' He did a skilful job. Missed what I had just a tad, but good. You 're a handsome guy. Do I look good enough to take the air with in the shopping center ? ``

'' Hell yeah. '' So we walked and talked and looked in storehouse. When we passed a washup wooing store with end of summer gross revenue I ask if she needed anything. `` citizenry are still having pocket billiards parties while it 's warmly. ``

'' I 've never been to a pool party. My wooing is kind of frumpy. ``

'' Frumpy wo n't do for you. This one IS my treat. '' We went in and she picked a duet of items to try. Not too skimpy, but bright and fun. She called me to the dressing room. Stepping out just a bit.

'' How 's this ? ``

'' Perfect willow tree. It shows your bod without having everything hanging out. '' Since the former fit just as well we got both. Then stopped for some perfectly awful shopping center food before going habitation. `` So this wo n't be a trouble at home ? ``

'' No. My brother ignored me this hebdomad. Mom made a couple of comments but she 's coming around. We 're the beating-reed instrument, nothing is distinctive. Mom said my blood brother would be leaving in a week or so. It 's not like he ca n't afford his own place. Maybe he can go his own life.

Are you still ok with ... ? ``

'' Yeah I guess so. ``

The next day. wellspring, things changed. First at the locker. `` Holy shit is that willow ? '' `` Who knew ? '' `` Nice hair. That 's cute, what do you scream that panache ? '' And on it went. In my year my buddy Rick leaned over, `` No curiosity you have n't been online this week. Who knew willow tree was so fucking hot ? What a rack too ! ``

'' Easy there haystack, that 's my girlfriend you 're talking about. '' I got a few other slaps on the back in the coming days. We also got an invite to fall out at the consortium at a ally 's apartment that weekend. After school we hung out in Willow 's studio. She modeled the underwear she 'd bought. The secrets of bras and underwear and flip-flop were revealed to a previously oblivious Danton True Young man. But when they came off I was ready. Willow had many sexual closed book and we continued to explore new positions and possibilities. This particular day she had me sit on a chair, lubed up my dick with her mouth then put it between her breasts, holding them together as she slid them up and down my cock. As my cock would move up to the top she 'd either dribble more expectoration on it or touch down and flick her tongue on the top. This was a previously unknown joy and I happily coated her boob with cum as my reward. Willow then licked my cum from her mammilla, smiling all the time.

'' OK, now you 've had your fun and my pussy is n't wide of you so, get down on your genu and have at it. You need to learn how to properly work puss. ``

Well she was correct. I had n't tried that before, but I was a willing student. I positioned myself between her legs and studied her Vannevar Bush and the secrets it hid. I 'd kissed around there before, but I had n't gone all in.

'' Do n't worry about the hair's-breadth Dev. I 'm going to shave virtually of it before the pool party. Next time it 'll be a lot drum sander. I dove in with gusto, lapping at her pussy, licking the lips, up and down her slit and finding her clitoris to tease and try out. `` That 's it Dev. You 've got the smirch, stay on it. Oh that 's honest. Keep going, dungeon going. '' I fingered her kitty-cat, rubbed my hand on her lips and her clit, making it up as I went along and using her encouragement to separate me what to do. `` Oh yes Dev, Dev, Deeeeeeeeev, do n't block. '' I did n't. She came, `` oh god Dev, oh god Dev, Dev, oooooooo. '' When she was done she kissed me not minding her taste on my face. `` Please tell me you liked doing that. Some guys do n't. delight. ``

'' Ha, that was fucking awesome. Right up there with sex and gust jobs. Oh and tit fucks, that was cool too. '' She kissed me some more. A lot More. Looked at me.

'' You 're fucking awesome. '' Then I did more sitting before going home. The rest of the week was more of the Saame. I brought Willow home to usher my parents that I had a substantial animation girlfriend. My mother was charmed by her style, Dad gave me a jab on the arm. I think he was pleasantly surprised. When did his gamer teenager come up for air and get such a girl ?

When Sat came I dressed nice and walked over to Montague Street. I knocked at the room access and was greeted by Mrs. Reed. I did n't see willow in the hall and wondered if she 'd be domicile. Mrs. Reed took me by the hand and led me upstairs. We turned mighty, into a large bedchamber. She closed the door behind me.

'' When we 're here you 'll call me Gwen. ``

'' OK. Gwen. So how does this go ? ``

'' What do you stand for ? You get undressed, I get ungarbed then we get in the bed. I 'm sure by NOW, you know what to do next. '' I began stripping off my clothes. She still gave me that look concerning a scrawny Gallus gallus. Then my pants. She waited. Then my underwear. I stood there nude. My dick hanging, waiting.

'' I suppose she 's right. It is bigger. And here I took you for a four incher, kid. ``

Gwen began to undress. She also wore unloose fitting clothes that hid a unspoilt image for her age. trusted her pap sagged a bit but they were a nice size of it. She slid her gasp down. Then her underwear, revealing her own still blackness bush.

'' So what do you think ? Can you get it up for an old peeress ? '' I guess being a adolescent is all that was needed. My cock began to grow and harden and elevate. I walked to the bed.

'' Hold it Devon. No need. As much as I would n't mind a ride on that pecker of yours I wanted to test you. Until the last couple days I still figured we 'd consume our times here. Godhead knows I can use it. But I see the change in willow tree. Like she 's fit fully formed from a casing. And I give you lading of credit entry for that. You saw what others did n't. And you 're a man of honor, and you stood up for her, even to me. '' She sat on the bed and cried. I 'd have gone to her but my shaft was still hard.

sobbing, `` Maybe this breaks this fellowship 's roll in the hay cursed ways. We 've been doing this forever, back to when those two old women lived here. When they were Willow 's age even. Generations of incestual coupling. Young women giving themselves to the family. It stops now. ``

I stood there looking at her, not knowing what to say. `` I, I promise not to tell anything about this. To anyone. Mostly for Willow 's interest. But also for you. For letting her discharge. ``

'' Thank you. Go ahead. Go to her. She 's in her studio. ``

'' Gwen, um Mrs. Reed, have you seen her drawings and paintings ? ``

'' No, no one 's allowed in. It 's her mint. ``

'' I 'll talk to Willow. I think she 'll give you a tour. She 's superb. But not right now. I have something to contract tending of. ``

She looked at me. Almost a touch of a grin. Waved me on. `` Men. ``

I walked down to willow tree 's studio. I walked in, still nude sculpture. She looked at me with a doubtfulness in her eyes.

'' No. '' Then I explained. Then I convinced her to give her female parent a enlistment of her study. Then I made love to Willow. And showed her kindness. And gentleness. And gave her a good cadaver cock too. When we 'd finished she had me sit on the commode. She looked at me, made some more lines on her paper. Looked at it, at me. Satisfied she turned it towards me. It was me, but not. Also not a Grecian hero, or a musclebound Adonis. It was a regular guy, but the way the light hit the newspaper the background almost made me seem I had wings. Almost an angel or something interchangeable. One thing maybe a small off, I think the dick was just a little too big.

'' Perfect, '' I said. Then we made making love again .