Ever since we 've lived in town there was one house way down the end of Montague Street that we avoided. Of grade nipper told stories about it being haunted. It was an old Victorian house, not exactly a mansion, but two level and an attic. When I 'd tease my motorcycle in the arena if I stopped at the corner of Elm and Montague I could just see it in the length. There were no other mansion near it and we never really saw any traffic down there. I asked my parents and they claimed there were two older women, sis, who lived in the house. Kids would presume each other to go down there, but nearly did n't give the nerve.

Then early last summertime there was some activity. Trucks going up and down the street. But I never saw anyone. I did n't consider much of it until school started. I was now a junior in high school. My public figure is Devon, most call me Dev. I 'm about the most average kid in our school. 5-8, tightly fitting, John Brown hair, Brown eyes. I just blend into the scenery. I did n't get worry with anyone ; I had enough friends. I was hopeless with girls. Maybe because I did n't trifle sports, or maybe I was just too average out.

A few day after school started give-and-take was going around about the weird new girl. `` She 's a freak. '' `` So odd. '' `` Not sure as shooting what her style is supposed to be. '' `` Creepy. '' I had n't noticed her until Fri. I saw someone I did n't recognize walking towards me in the hall. I stood aside as she went by. long directly black haircloth, no make-up, staring unbowed ahead. A informal shirt hanging from narrow shoulder, 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 variety of plain. Average.

The following time I saw her she was by the locker. A few girlfriend were giving her a arduous sentence. Mocking her typically unembellished clothes, her lack of style, or at to the lowest degree a style they approved of. I minded my business, but as I went by someone called her an unworthy weirdo. Without thinking I turned.

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

This surprised them. tranquillity, ordinary Dev was speaking up. `` Hey Dev, do you liiiike her. She 's plain enough for ya. '' This was Melody, pansy of the popular missy. I was n't about to get into it with her. It would put me on the popular kid shit lean and really I just wanted to get through my days and get back dwelling to my online life.

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

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

'' felicitous now Dev ? ``

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

It was Fri again, must be a scheduling thing, but I was in the same hall and new girlfriend was coming my way. Same look, same determined effort to avoid everyone. This clip she stopped when she got to me. She did n't look directly at me. Looking down, holding her account book in front of her.

'' Thanks. ``

'' You 're welcome. ``

'' My name is willow. '' Then before I could say anything else she walked on. I looked after her. Her jeans seemed idle on her, held tight at her waistline with a black belt.

Over the next couple of hebdomad I 'd see her here and there at schooling. I 'd say hello, she 'd respond, but stay fresh any conversation to a minimum.

At to the lowest degree now she knew my name, and that we were both in junior year but apparently in different curriculum as we had no class together. Finally on a Tuesday I was leaving later than usual, after staying to do some 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, mind if I walk with you ? ``

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

I tried to opine 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, unsure what to say, Willow stopped and turned to me. This was the first time she 'd actually looked flop at me.

'' Why did you do it ? ``

'' Do what ? ``

'' full point those young woman. joystick up for me. well-nigh people ignore me, or predict me names. ``

'' Um, I do n't know. '' I shrugged. `` You were n't bothering anyone. You do n't deserve to be picked on. '' I was looking right at Willow now. Was she plain ? Or just not all made up like the popular little girl ? Her dark optic seemed to draw me in. Then she gave me kind of a crooked smile. The first gear bit of emotion from her.

'' That was a dainty thing to do. Thanks. '' Then she turned and continued our walk. I tried bringing up theme, thing she liked to do, video games maybe ? No, she was n't allowed to spiel 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 blocks to go. Willow stopped.

'' I live down here. ``

'' Where ? You mean the big family ? ``

'' Yes, we moved in this summer. My aunts lived there but one died and the other 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 rafts of questions, to the highest degree of which I could n't ask.

'' Interesting '', was all I managed.

'' Yeah, another reason I 'm the weird miss. I suppose now you 'll ward off me too ? ``

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

'' You can get along visit someday. ``

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

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

The succeeding 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, Lapplander walk, straight, record book held in figurehead, disgraceful hair hanging halfway down her backbone. I found myself thinking about her. Daydreaming at school. At rest home. She had n't exactly made it into my fantasies. Those private minute involved the internet and bodies I could see. I knew zippo about willow 's, with her loose shirts, baggie jean, long square hair. But I did suppose about her. I tried to get a good simulacrum of her font. Somewhat pale, but not ghostly. Straight nose. Nothing strange. Regular mouth. She had n't done more than hold a closed mouth smile, so no idea about teeth. But those dark dark middle. Like deep pond you could dive into. I convinced myself that she was, nice looking. And she 'd kissed me.

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

'' Hi Devon. If you stay a trivial after schooling we could walk place together. ``

'' Sure, yeah. I can do some homework or something. Meet you in front ? ``

'' OK. '' A smile. A brief leave-taking of her lips as they turned up at the ends. Just a trace of whiten neat dentition. And a dimpled chad on her right cheek. `` You break get to class. ``

'' Oh yeah. Right. See ya later. '' I was lost for the repose of the good afternoon. So much to absorb. To tolerate. To deal. Forget homework. I was sitting outside our school from the end of my last class until I saw Willow coming through the threshold. I joined her and tried making conversation. I asked if maybe she 'd wish to get pizza or something one day on the way house ? Or go walking around the mall ?

'' I 'll have to check at home. We have schedules and rules. I 'm expected to do, sure things. ''

'' Oh yeah, I have chores too. I understand. '' She just glanced over at me. We walked in silence for a bit. She was maybe a slight dissimilar, but then I was n't exactly mister sang-froid. When we got to the recession of Elm and Montague I asked if she 'd like me to walk her pile to her house.

'' OK, if you want. It 's sort of deserted about of the way. ``

We turned down her street. There were no homes up near Elm. Really nothing much along the street. At the end I could see her house. As we got closer I got my better look at the house since Billy Carson dared me to ride my bike down there a couple class 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 height, and kissed me. Kissed me right wing on the oral fissure. And held it there. I did n't know what to do. Put my coat of arms around her ? undetermined my mouth ? Too early to French osculate ? Then she broke the buss as the battlefront door opened. She took a deep breath. Smiled. A tangible smile. Nice teeth. We looked to the social movement door. A middle aged adult female stood there. Tall, reduce. Obviously Willow 's mother.

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

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

'' hi Mrs. um ''

'' Walter Reed '', willow tree offered.

'' Mrs Reed. Nice to play 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 piece with Willow left me with as many new interrogative sentence as answers. Her name is willow tree Reed. That 's. Interesting. Her mother seemed a piffling strange, but maybe I should n't be judging people since I did n't ilk masses judging Willow. 'your brother 's waiting'. I realized I was back at Elm. I had n't even discover the walk back up the street alone.

Friday I asked Willow if I could visit over the weekend. I was peculiar about her home. What did that menage look like inside ? And her mother. 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 know. I hope you can. '' Sabbatum could n't come soon enough. Even my Friday night masturbation seemed a chore to get done so Saturday would arrive. I was on the corner of Elm and Montague at 11:45, just in case. 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 bet on porch. I have a lot to tell you. ``

'' OK majuscule. '' I tentatively, went to adopt her hand. She was dressed as usual, liberate shirt and jade jean. She was always sporting but her wearing apparel almost looked the like hand me downs. She took my hand. We walked down Montague.

'' Devon. I know people think I 'm Weird ... ''

'' No, you're.. ''

'' Please, just listen. Well, my family unit is kind of Weird. Not like virtually families. I need to ask you a doubt. ``

'' What ? OK. '' She turned and looked at me. I looked into those eyes. She kissed me. She opened her sassing and offered her tongue. I reciprocated. I closed my eyes and got lost in Willow. I put my hands on her sides at her coxa. She held my subdivision. Kissed the breath from me. Then she stepped back, just a one-half measure. We were still so close. She looked at me with those gloomy pools.

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

You could have knocked me over with one digit. My human knee almost buckled. My mouth hung open. I could not speak.

'' Am I too ugly ? '' She took my hand, placed it on her breast. That broke me from my stupor. Wow, those loose shirts and Word of God had been hiding real, good to goodness breasts. My fingers closed over the pitcher's mound sitting high on her chest. I was no expert but I 'd seen enough porn to know these were n't low. I shook my head.

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

'' Well will you ? '' Fuck, this only happened in pornography and fantasy write up. How could I be so favorable ?

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

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

'' I 've been doing it awhile. My father at maiden. My female parent said it was ok and women should give birth a man. Then my older brother. When my father passed, I was responsible for John. female parent says I 'm plain and I should be happy to do it. ``

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

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

'' So why now ? Why me ? ``

'' If you do this for me. I 've talked to my female parent. If I prove that I can attract a man. If there 's mortal who wants me. I 'll be free from my, obligations. ``

'' So you just want sex with me to invalidate sex with your brother ? ``

'' No, no. I mean I 'm certain I could have found any man to just eff me. But that would n't suffer worked. I mean, it 's not so awful with John, so just anyone could suffer been worse. But you were form to me. My life is n't that bad. I have my house painting and I like to be alone in my studio at dwelling house. So if you do n't require .... ''

I pulled willow tree to me, hugged her. Held her sloshed. Wow, what a story. So much to action. I think this part of it was new for her, she slowly put her blazonry across my back. Then lightly hugged me back. I looked at her. `` OK, it 's not like any of the fille at school are asking me. And I have a smell you 're hiding more under those unloosen clothes than anyone imagines. And I find you intriguing. And attractive. I 'm not sure if it 's more cute, or pretty. ``

She blushed. `` I know about the sex theatrical role, but all this small talk and script property and flattery is different. ``

'' That 's ok willow tree, I do n't know much about any of it. I 'm an English major so I can flip around some words I guess. ``

We continued walking. When we reached the house willow took my helping hand and led me up to the front room access. She opened it and here I was in the mansion on Montague Street for the first sentence. It seemed even bigger inside than from the street. Willow 's mother joined us and looked me over.

'' Are you sure ? ``

'' Yes. '' She stood there holding my hired hand. I casually moved just a little finisher 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 explain. But first, can I demonstrate you my studio ? '' She led me to the back of the house. At the end of the hallway she opened a room access to a prominent room well lit from the afternoon sun. Arranged around the way were canvas tent, some partially finished, other with respective somewhat abstracts drawings. Some were color, others charcoal. One was what had to be a ego portrait. An oddly angled rendering of a young woman falling down a hole. Or a glum pool.

'' These are amazing Willow. I 'm no expert, but these are art. Do you strike classes at school ? ``

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

I looked from moving-picture show to pictorial matter. There was a theme I was getting from many of them, but I could n't put a fingerbreadth 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 mesmerize. Her dark haircloth hung over her shoulder on the left covering nigh of that breast, but the other was uncovered. Like a heavy orange sitting on her thorax, tilting upward with a low pink nipple perched on the end. While I was staring at her chest, Willow had loosened her smash, her denim falling to the trading floor. Plain blanched pantie now visible. Her picket skin just several spook darker. She bent to slide down her underclothes then stood, nude, a piece of dark hair between her legs. As beautiful in my eye as any drawing in the room.

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

'' Ok is an understatement. The ones who call you ugly or eldritch or creepy are blind. '' I stepped secretive, reached out with my hand, touched her shoulder. Almost to see if she was real. I cupped her breast, stroked it lightly, touched her pale pap. Let my hired man go down, around, held her to me. Kissed her. `` willow tree, you have an amazing consistence. You hide it from the humanity, but it 's beautiful. I, I heard your news report, but you really want to. With me ? ``

'' Why would n't I. You 're nice looking. You do n't put on a fake mental attitude. You 're variety to me. '' I realized then what she needed. She was getting forcible sex and her menage treated her ok, but she needed someone to really care for her. I held her, and stroked her hair, caressed her backrest. She lifted my shirt over my school principal, touched my summer tan. My thin chest and close weapons system. I really carried no extra weight and not a unharmed lot of brawn either.

'' I 'd like to paint you someday. You 're interesting. Not the dead body builder jockstrap type or classic Hellenic language hero. We kissed again and she worked on my smash. Unsnapped my jeans, slid down the zip fastener, then slid down the blue jean. I kicked off my sneaker, then the jeans, standing before willow in grizzly boxer briefs. She stood against me and felt my cock, now fully hard in my underwear. I thought she might throw giggled. Oh nooky was it too pocket-size ? I wondered, with all the porno I 've seen.

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

'' No, no, sorry, it 's ... You 're a lot bigger than my brother. '' A wave of relief washed over me. It might feature even grown a little more. Willow dropped to her stifle and pulled down my shorts, my hard stopcock pointing out then curving upward at the end. `` Wow. '' Was all she said as she inspected it, watched it bounce up when she pulled it down. advert my ball sack hanging below. `` I 'd like to paint this someday too. '' I stood still. Proud I guess. All my concerns alleviated. Willow stood, still holding my stiff cock. She kissed me. `` I 'm never naked this farsighted with a man before they 're, you know, fucking me. Can we just dally a bit first ? ``

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

'' Please buss me all over. Be easy and form. Say nice thing to me. '' These were instructions I could easily come. So I kissed her, gently. And spoke to her, kindly. The only struggle was being a horny teenager with the keys to the vault. I made myself go slow. From her sassing, down her cervix, kissing nibbling, whispering in her ear. Telling her how lucky I was that a beautiful woman wanted me. Telling her I did n't bonk where to kiss next because every part of her was inviting. Kissing her articulatio humeri, between her titty, around, under and over. Then circling her nipple with my tongue, kissing and sucking her teat, then repeating on the other breast. Then her side, her belly, the shapely hips that had been hidden under those promiscuous jeans, across and around her navel. Then down, to her bush. As dark as the hair on her point, kissing on her mound, then down to her slit, her inner back talk just poking through. Then down one leg and up the early. Finally she called me to her, face to grimace. We kissed, sass open, knife entwined, with urgency. Coming up for air I told her how I could find no imperfections. How I could and would gladly pass 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 making love. I love my family, but that 's different. It 's kindness. It 's caring. It can be love, but that takes time. ``

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

'' What, do what ? ``

'' The concord with my mother. ``

'' I do n't sympathise. ``

'' If I find a man who will experience me. sound off ol'me. Then my comrade will propel out, ascertain his own spot. And I wo n't cause to anymore. ``

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

'' Yes but if he leaves then my mother. Well she 'd be alone. So the agreement is whoever I find pauperization to suffer sex with her too. Sometimes. ``

'' Wait. If we have sex then I need to also, your mother ? '' Willow shook her head. I sat up. My tool was now unsure. Could I ? Would I ?

'' My family line has been having incest and strange relationships for coevals. That 's why we avoid people. And almost do n't finish school. But I insisted. I 'm not certain 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 tree looked down. `` She 's not that old and her baby 's new. ``

'' Sister ? ``

'' She visits every other calendar month. ``

'' So both of them. ``

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

'' Not to get to luminousness of your situation but most guys, you offer them three women and they 're signing right up. But how do you feel ? ``

'' I 've never had a boyfriend. Would you, like walking with me at school and meet me for lunch ? ``

'' willow, I 'd be honored. First day back I will apply your paw proudly. I want you to coiffe just like you normally do. ``

'' Why ? ``

'' To register 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 fucking idea. ``

'' You do n't suffer to buy me things. I have sight of money. hereditary pattern. Only my Mom would n't let me buy new stuff and nonsense. ''

I took Willow 's face in my hand. `` William Tell her it 's part of the peck. '' Then I whispered in her ear, `` And tell her I have a bragging shaft. ``

Then she laughed. And laughed. And it was a beautiful view and a wonderful sound. She reached for my now piano cock. She stroked it twice then leaned down and took me into her mouth. The feeling of her flaccid lip on my hardening member sent shivers down my spikelet. Those sour dark optic looked up at me. With her teeth just barely holding the tip she asked, `` Ready ? ``

I could barely say, `` Uh huh. '' Willow threw a leg over me and quickly mounted my hammer. She braced herself either side of my head and began steadily rolling her hips shifting my prick in and out. I watched as her tits rocked up and back before my centre and felt her pussy squeeze and release my pecker with every curl of her hips. She may have been forced, coerced, into being experienced, but I was n't. A few more times and I quietly squeaked, `` I ca n't much longer. '' She smiled and began bouncing on my cock, then feeling me strain she sat on me and let me cum. I do n't make love if I 'd ever cum that much, my toes curled and I gripped the driblet cloth and tried to empty my whole body into Willow. When I finally relaxed she casually sat on my softening cock letting my seminal fluid drip out around it. Still astride me she knelt either side of my rosehip and looked down at me all dark hair and disconsolate centre and wan breasts and tap mammilla all just a bit flower from her efforts. She used one fingernail to force lines on my chest. Up and down and around she went.

'' I forgot, did n't believe, 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 couple times. And you 're so hot. I could n't. ``

She took her nail from my breast and put the fingerbreadth over my lips. `` Ssh. We can do it mete out and stacks. As long as there 's all the other stuff and nonsense like real lovers. '' I pulled her down so she was resting on me. As she leaned forward my wet stopcock fell out. She giggled.

'' I 'd forgotten it could be so much fun. '' She laughed again and I touched her dimpled chad. Rubbed noses, kissed. Held her tight. We cleaned ourselves on a cloth, then she had me sit on a crapper. I felt a little self-conscious. Nude, my soft cock lying on my leg. Turning myself this way and that as Willow looked for the right angle.

'' Hold it there Dev. '' Was that the outset time she called me Dev ? `` There 's an flummox picture here if I can get it just right. Male nudes can be a problem. You 've got persona sticking out. ``

'' charwoman have chest sticking out. ``

She turned and held her hands under her two grammatical bosom, `` But these are art themselves. '' She laughed. I did n't dissent. `` OK, I 'm just getting idea. I 'll think about it. Can we get you a haircut ? ``

'' Why what 's wrong ? ``



'' As I look at the angles of your face, with the right cut, there 's a handsome man there. You just let it grow over. ``

'' New clothes for you, haircut for me. ``

'' Deal. Now how about some more of that big thing you have sticking out. '' willow turned and from behind I could see nicely formed she was, her hip flaring out, her butt rounded and firm. She got down on her knees. `` This one 's for you. Get behind me and give me that big cock. '' I jumped from the can and knelt behind Willow. I took a moment to caress her butt cheeks, to slide my hand down and between, to find her opening, to tease her and rub her clitoris. Only when I heard her hum, then I got up close and skid my laborious pecker into her. From this angle I was capable to hold up her articulatio coxae and rock into her, thrusting my cock abstruse than before, touching the far wall of her vagina. Making her oink as I filled her. Her heftiness gripping and releasing me. short circuit quick thrusts, then long slowly, pulling almost all the way out then all the way in. Then getting in snug I gave her relentless short thrusts as I reached around and found her clitoris. Rubbing vigorously to keep with my short intemperate drive. `` ooooooooooooooooooo '' and I could sense her cumming on my cock, `` ooooooooooo '' arching her back. `` Uh, prissy. '' Then back to pumping my stopcock into her until finally I held her and gave her my cum again. Breathing heavily from my exertion, I held willow in place 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 give me something. Something very nice. I do n't get that often. ``

'' Times have changed. orgasm for willow tree is my motto. ``

'' I like that one ! '' Now let 's get dressed. We can have some lemonade on the back porch. Just call up, the rest of the family may be here. We dressed. Then went out to the porch. Despite all the things said about the house over the years it did n't look bad. Old sure. Out of fashion, definitely. We sat together sipping lemonade like some old time photo. willow 's mother came out to join us. She sniffed the air.

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

'' Yes mother. And yes to your second dubiousness. ``

'' Worth my meter ? ``

'' If you must live, the respectable and bragging I 've had. '' Mrs. Reed looked at me like I was the lastly scrawny volaille in the shop.

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

'' Mrs Reed, times have changed. I agreed to your rules in this star sign. But your daughter and I are now dating. I wo n't make 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 housemaid, or anyone 's plaything. She 'll do what she wants with whomever she wants. I will be honored if that someone is me. Agreed ? ``

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

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

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

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

Monday at schooling was interesting. I met Willow at the corner and we walked hand in hired hand to school. heading turned, remark were made. I walked her to her cabinet. Some of the other missy hanging around giggled, pointed. Something about the two dorks congregating. If dating Willow made me a dork I was all in. In my classes even hombre who were my Friend asked me how come I was with the unearthly fille. `` beau she 's so weird looking. '' `` What 's with the baggy dress ? '' `` Did you kiss her ? She never grinning, does she stimulate teeth ? '' And on it went. I mainly just told them to shove it. You have to get laid her, she 's a nice girl.

We met up after school and walked home. At the corner she asked, `` Do you require to follow over and you know, bed ? ``

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

She looked at me hands on hips. `` Ok, issue forth to my house and have a go at it me, boyfriend. '' So we did. Today I was on top with willow 's legs on my shoulders, driving deep into her. When I 'd again flooded her pussy she had me sit on the stool again and began lightness tracings on paper with charcoal. It did n't amount to very much, but she was satisfied. A start. Then she gave me a reverse job before sending me on my way. I walked dwelling touch sensation ignitor as a feathering. The alone thing in the back of my nous was following Saturday. Oh well. Maybe doing Mrs. Reed would n't be so bad. She looked to be in in good order shape.

After schooltime on Tuesday we did go shopping. willow got measured and tried on a few pair of denim to get ones that flattered her figure. Also some blouses cut to prove off her boobs just a bit. New underwear I did n't get to see and humble earrings. Then we hit the beauty parlor. First she told the stylist exactly how to cut my hair, showing him a sketching she 'd made. Then she went across

the way and came out with a altogether new look. She was n't all done up. That 's not willow. But just a bit of color on her backtalk a touch on her cheeks. And most surprising of all, her hair cut berm length in some panache I do n't jazz the name of and probably from an original sketch too. She had her hair 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 hair's-breadth ? ``

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

'' Hell yeah. '' So we walked and talked and looked in stores. When we passed a washup suit computer memory with end of summer sales I ask if she needed anything. `` multitude are still having pool parties while it 's ardent. ``

'' I 've never been to a pocket billiards political party. My cause is kind of frumpy. ``

'' Frumpy wo n't do for you. This one IS my treat. '' We went in and she picked a couple of point 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. It shows your shape without having everything hanging out. '' Since the other fit just as well we got both. Then stopped for some perfectly awful plaza food before going home. `` So this wo n't be a job at home ? ``

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

Are you still ok with ... ? ``

'' Yeah I guess so. ``

The side by side day. Well, affair changed. beginning at the locker. `` Holy diddley is that willow ? '' `` Who knew ? '' `` Nice hair. That 's cute, what do you call that style ? '' And on it went. In my grade my chum Rick leaned over, `` No marvel you have n't been online this week. Who knew willow tree was so ass hot ? What a rack too ! ``

'' Easy there rick, that 's my girlfriend you 're talking about. '' I got a few other slaps on the backrest in the coming mean solar day. We also got an invite to pay heed out at the pool at a supporter 's apartment that weekend. After schooling we hung out in Willow 's studio. She modeled the underwear she 'd bought. The secret of brassiere and underwear and thongs were revealed to a previously unmindful Thomas Young man. But when they came off I was quick. willow had many intimate mystery and we continued to search new positions and hypothesis. This peculiar day she had me sit on a electric chair, lubed up my stopcock with her mouth then put it between her knocker, holding them together as she slid them up and down my tool. As my cock would rise to the top she 'd either carry to a greater extent spit on it or gain down and riff her tongue on the top. This was a previously terra incognita joy and I happily coated her mammilla with cum as my reward. Willow then licked my cum from her tits, smiling all the time.

'' OK, now you 've had your fun and my pussycat is n't full of you so, get down on your articulatio genus and have at it. You need to discover how to properly lick pussy. ``

fountainhead she was right. I had n't tried that before, but I was a willing scholar. I positioned myself between her ramification and studied her 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 fuzz Dev. I 'm going to shave nearly of it before the pool party. following time it 'll be a lot sander. I dove in with gusto, lapping at her pussy, licking the brim, up and down her slit and finding her button to card and taste. `` That 's it Dev. You 've got the spot, halt on it. Oh that 's good. Keep going, Keep going. '' I fingered her kitty-cat, rubbed my hand on her sass and her clitoris, making it up as I went along and using her boost to secern me what to do. `` Oh yes Dev, Dev, Deeeeeeeeev, do n't halt. '' 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 nerve. `` Please tell me you liked doing that. Some guys do n't. Please. ``

'' Ha, that was fucking awesome. rightfulness up there with sex and gust line of work. Oh and titty fucks, that was cool down too. '' She kissed me some more. A lot more. Looked at me.

'' You 're fucking awesome. '' Then I did more sitting before going place. The quietus of the workweek was more of the Sami. I brought Willow habitation to show my parents that I had a real living girlfriend. My mother was charmed by her manners, Dad gave me a jab on the arm. I think he was pleasantly surprised. When did his gamer adolescent come up for air and retrieve such a girl ?

When Saturday came I dressed Nice and walked over to Montague Street. I knocked at the door and was greeted by Mrs. Reed. I did n't see Willow in the hall and wondered if she 'd be home. Mrs. Reed took me by the bridge player and led me up the stairs. We turned correct, into a boastfully bedroom. 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 have in mind ? You get strip, I get unclothe then we get in the bed. I 'm certain by NOW, you know what to do next. '' I began stripping off my apparel. She still gave me that look concerning a scrawny wimp. Then my pant. She waited. Then my underclothes. I stood there nude. My pecker hanging, waiting.

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

Gwen began to undress. She also wore loose accommodate dress that hid a beneficial figure for her age. Sure her tits sagged a bit but they were a nice size of it. She slid her pants down. Then her underwear, revealing her own still black bush.

'' So what do you call back ? Can you get it up for an old lady ? '' I guess being a adolescent is all that was needed. My pecker began to grow and harden and lift. I walked to the bed.

'' Hold it Devon. No need. As much as I would n't listen a ride on that cock of yours I wanted to examine you. Until the last couple days I still figured we 'd stimulate our meter here. Lord knows I can use it. But I see the alteration in willow tree. Like she 's explosion fully formed from a shell. And I give you charge of quotation 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 stimulate gone to her but my cock was still hard.

Sobbing, `` Maybe this breaks this family 's fucking 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 pairing. Young women giving themselves to the kinsperson. It stops now. ``

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

'' 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 deal. ``

'' I 'll tattle to Willow. I think she 'll open you a tour. She 's brilliant. But not right now. I have something to use up care of. ``

She looked at me. Almost a hint of a smiling. Waved me on. `` Men. ``

I walked down to Willow 's studio apartment. I walked in, still nude. She looked at me with a question in her eyes.

'' No. '' Then I explained. Then I convinced her to afford her mother a spell of her piece of work. Then I made love to Willow. And showed her kindness. And gentleness. And gave her a respectable stiff cock too. When we 'd finished she had me sit on the stool. 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 Greek hero, or a musclebound Adonis. It was a veritable guy, but the way the light hit the paper the background almost made me seem I had wings. Almost an holy person or something similar. One thing maybe a little off, I think the cock was just a little too big.

'' perfect tense, '' I said. Then we made love again .