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The next morning I made a pleasant discovery. It seemed like the more I masturbated, the more aware of my body I was. Everything felt different. The sheets felt softer on my bed, making me stretch lazily like a cat when I woke up. My cute little toes pointing and toned legs stretching to their full length. When I stood up my perky little buds of breasts felt heavy and swollen. My hands slid up my body to cup them through my cotton sleep shirt. My nipples tingled and tightened. I could see them peeking through the threadbare white tee I loved to wear to bed. It was an old workout shirt of Daddy’s and was worn from the years of washing. Sometimes I swore it still smelled like him though, fresh and sexy. As I walked to the bathroom to start my morning routine before school, my bare feet felt cold on the hardwood floors. The sound of them slapping onto the surface seemed loud and jarring in the quiet house. As I opened the glass shower door I stretched again, my arms going up over my head, reaching up on my tippy toes and arching my back. I adjusted the temperature of the water until it would be hot like I liked and took off my pjs. I tossed my tee in the hamper and shimmied out of my blue boy voyeur shorts. They were comfortable and cute, amateur with a pretty pink flower on my right butt cheek. When Mommy gave them to me she said they were more appropriate for my age. They rode low on my hips and showed just a little bit of the underside of my butt cheeks. They were definitely an upgrade from the plain cotton bikinis that were high waisted and hid everything. Luckily I hadn’t had to wear those granny panties since I turned 16. Mommy loved lingerie shopping and always came home with bags of goodies for us when she went to the mall. As the shower heated up I turned and looked at my body in the mirror behind the sink. It was so different from Mommy’s but today I was looking at it with new eyes. My hair was getting long, it’s curls and natural waves shining under the bathroom light. It was the same color as Mommy’s, a deep auburn that looked brown in low light but sparkled in the bright japanese sun. For years it was my favorite feature. My eyes were blue, a genetic oddity from Daddy’s Sicilian heritage. They really were a startling contrast to my red hair. I smiled at them, loving that I was a mix asian of both my parents. My mouth was a little wide but my lips were full and plump, my lower lip pouty. It was the first feature to change on my journey into womanhood. It was a woman’s mouth and no longer a little girl’s. I smiled wider, pleased. My eyes traveled down my neck to my shoulders, my skin smooth and pale. Daddy’s skin was always tanned and darker than ours, his Italian heritage shining through. I reached my breasts and cupped them again, my fingers automatically rolling my nipples gently. They were a dusky pink and puffy, tits the same shade as my lips. My breasts were much smaller than Mommy’s. Hers were a full C cup, but I could see now that mine were the same shape. Round and high on my body, I was hopeful that they’d fill in a little and stay as bouncy as Mommy’s were even after breast feeding. Hers were the softest things I’d ever felt and I loved rubbing my cheeks against them before I nursed after school. After one last squeeze on the tips, I slid my hands down my torso to my waist. Feeling aroused. If she wasn’t his sister, he would have found ways to bang her silly. That's all. I heard a groan and looked up to see the man cumming in the back, his girlfriend or wife slurping down his cum eagerly. “Not more than six or eight,” I mumbled, squeezing her ass cheeks and slurping wetly on her amateur tits. Fifteen minutes later, Ariel said they are ready Daddy. It was 4 times and he came all 4 times. As Violet holds onto me with dear life, I’m finally able to let reality sink in and I lean into voyeur her and plant a kiss on her soft lips. Small, light kisses trailed down the side of my face where I'd been hit. "I want to suck you off?" I didn’t even get to stick myself in her yet!” He groaned running out, “I’m looking forward to sharing my time in high school with you two.” Megan told me sweetly. His dick was still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three quarters of its full length. The man’s arm was surprisingly japanese skinny for his height, but equally shocking was his strength. She took a deep breath and I couldn't help but notice her breasts fill out her dress, "...I need your help again, Tom." Not just that night but many, many nights." Whether she liked it or not, this was it. I could barely hear him, but I knew he'd definitely made up his mind. Her mouth allowed spittle to dribble down, making her touch less rough. “This makes you wet, huh? My everything.” During this time she made arrangements for Taylor to move in with her. That distinction belonged to Philip Grange. She couldn't stand the idea of having the fact that she pissed in her backyard on her permanent file. Now in the clear last night asian started to catch up to Newlyn quickly. I screamed, dropped my feet back onto the wheel, stumbled, and then got back tits to running. “Stay away from me!” WHEN NOT IF I WANT.