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Deflowered By s*s

With both my parents being workaholics, I was used to spending quite a bit of time either on my own or round at my big s****r's. Lynda, my only sibling, was much older than me and had looked after me a great deal during c***dhood, and now she had moved out to live with her girlfriend I often visited her. It was a Saturday and with my parents working today (they were both doctors) I was sitting around at home on my own. I phoned a friend to see if he wanted to come over, but he was being dragged to the shops with his mum to buy school-uniforms. It was only early August, the summer holidays, but evidently my mate's mother was keen to be prepared for the start of the new school year in a month's time. "My mum's annoying," my mate had grumbled to me on the phone, "We've only just recently finished school for the summer and she is hauling me off to stupid gay shops to buy gay stupid school stuff. I don't want to be reminded of school by trying on uniforms." So that left me to sit about the empty house. Naturally, being a thirteen-year-old boy, it didn't take long for me to decide to take advantage of my solitude by jerking off. I'd discovered the delights of wanking last year and I couldn't get enough of it. I retrieved the battered copy of 'e****t' magazine from under my mattress and stripped naked. Soon I was kneeling on my bed and pumping my stiff hairless pecker as I perused the publication and all the naked ladies within. The magazine had cost me £5 of pocket money, ...

... purchased from an older boy at school who's father ran a newsagents from which he pinched nudey-magazines to sell to horny fuckers like me. It was the best investment I had made! Half-way through jerking off, the phone rang. "bl**dy fucking buggery," I snapped, having to tear myself away from the delights of self-abuse. Naked and with my teen cock jutting from my bald groin at a 90-degree angle, I padded downstairs and picked up the phone. "Yes?" I asked, with all the discourtesy of a typical adolescent boy. "Hey James," came the familiar voice of my s****r, Lynda. "Hi Lynda." "What are you up to?" "Nothing!" "My my, you must be up to something! Something naughty, I'll bet!" "No!" I snapped, defensively, as if somehow my s****r knew I had been whacking off, "I wasn't doin' nuthin'!" "James, it's a simple rule. If you ask a little boy what he is up to and he replies 'nothing' within half-a-second, that means he's up to something." "Whatever. Whaddya want?" "Fancy coming over?" Lynda asked, cheerfully. "Now? Um...okay." I enjoyed popping over to Lynda's. I had a bit of a crush on her lesbian lover, Jenny. "Hurry on over then. We're going to do something cool!" "What?" I asked, intruiged. I had started playing idly with my erection. "You'll find out. Come on over. Now!" "Right now?" "Yes. Hurry hurry hurry. Get dressed and come over." "I am dressed," I immediately snapped as I stood there naked. I blushed as I took my hand away from my cock. How did my s****r know these things?! "Just ...