It wasn’t my ex-girlfriend on my mind but what Dean had said about her. "No I won’t shut the fuck up, what’s up?" Sometimes it was a pain in the ass having a twin, it seemed she knew my feelings, my moods, my mind even more than me. I looked at her "Could you like Dean?" "What? No! Not like that,” she replied with sincerity, “he’s okay as your friend but he is too much into himself. When I hang with a guy I don’t want to hear how great he is or how lucky I am to be with him. Besides, he has ugly Ferengi ears.” “What ears?” “Ferengi, those nasty little creatures on Star Trek.” She made me laugh, Dean did have odd looking ears. "Could you like anyone on the teams?" I asked, hoping she’d say no because most of my teammates are players and I didn’t want my sister to be a toy. "Well, I’m dating Zac and he’s not a jock,” she paused for moment, her eyes moved off me for a second then she looked back and admitted cautiously with a slight reddish tint in her cheeks, “but there’s one jock that could get me on my back." A surge of irritation flushed through me as I turned back to the TV. I don't know why it bothered me so much. I mean she could like anyone she wanted and she is smart enough to know how guys are and can take care of herself but still, athletes are at the apex of girl predators. I couldn’t explain my recent feelings of anxiety or concern that Kate would be hanging with any of girlfriend the sports stars, after all they were my teammates; I was one of them. At least her boyfriend didn’t sit in the back of class and talk about fucking her, if they did it at all. I didn’t brag about my exploits either so maybe that is why the others irritated me so much. Listening to some of them talk Lesbian about getting ass could convince a newcomer that every girl in our school put out any time she was asked. I was particularly wary of Dean, my best friend. He’d been saying some pretty raunchy stuff about my sister lately and I was ready to punch him out. "Come on, tell me what's wrong." she said again as she bent over babe to pull off her shoes. When she did, I caught a glimpse of the black material covering her crotch up the opened gap in the leg of her shorts. Dean’s word echoed, ‘Tell me you don’t steal peeks and looks when tattoo she’s walking around your house.’ I averted my eyes before she caught me checking her out, "Nothing." I oral felt a shift on the cushion, "Come on little brother, are you sure?" she said in a tone I’ve heard many times. Ever since Kate found out she elbowed past me to get out of our mother’s womb 12 minutes before me she’s called me little brother, usually before pouncing on me for some reason, "Pretty sure" I returned, preparing to defend myself. "Can I just say that was...amazing!" “Come in,” I say. If I could edit the door, I could edit him. Josef took me to a hair stylist and we all talked Lesbian about what kind of look I was going for. My pussy convulsed. "Kayla here was just asking questions about the lengths you'd go to protect me when someone negs me in the street..." he replied, snagging two fries from Kayla's departing plate. She now pulled his trousers down to babe his ankles. “Please tell Rebecca that she needn't overdress for dinner. Don’t tell me you're not tattoo back from the mall yet." “The biggest! His fatty cock filled my love hole entirely and tightly. Say yes Cindy, my favorite little sister." “Well,” she said, wiping her eye, “maybe not, but I did have butterflies. Becky jerked away from her mother when Lucy placed a hand on her arm and tried to calm her. She wouldn’t be a problem, and then they could have some more fun with girlfriend Miss Johnson. Not in the least. It is purple, black, red and has golden eyes. Why?" Releasing my grip on the headboard, I made my way back down onto oral the bed. “Well, that was easy.” Max heard someone say and watched as the blue visored helmet come off. Her eyes stared down where their bodies joined and she watched as this man's dick twitch and jump while filling her up. “Are you ok? How does it feel?” Thankfully he was only a few miles away. “Bitch I don’t have all night to drain these balls,” Mike barked grabbing my hips and pulling me down all eight inches of his thick shaft pushing is thick middling into my abused ass. As soon as I sat down behind the wheel everything was good. Adrianna, are you—” I wound up staying with her for more than a week until the weather cleared up. I was getting wet and sticky down there. “How long have you been stalking my husband?” At least I suppose I do, but they don't seem to like me much."