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Familiarity Breeds s****r

... and she'd seen clearly just what he was doing. They'd been thirteen at the time, and she'd known about reproduction and all that, but she'd never seen an erect penis until then. Her b*****r's was, unknown to her, a prime example of a man's cock. It was about eight inches long, with a slight bend up and to the left. He was uncircumcised, which meant he didn't need any lubrication to jack off, and could do it anywhere, any time. Being a teenager, he could produce several ounces of semen several times a day. He'd learned how to get that semen out of his balls while taking a bath when he was twelve, and had been doing that just about every day since then. Especially when he saw Janet Thompson, who had just been in the store, buying the last of the number six nails for her father. Of course Beth Ann didn't know all that at that time. All she'd known was that her b*****r had his hand on a very stiff penis and was slicking it back and forth in an almost professional manner. Or had been. When she announced her presence he'd jumped, then bent down and pulled his pants back up as quick as he could. He'd stammered out something about "just having to". Beth Ann had been pretty much speechless for half an hour, but eventually she'd confronted him about it. As they'd always been pretty close, Jake was actually able to explain about Janet, and what she always did to him, and how he relieved the pressure. Beth Ann knew what that feeling was like. There was one boy at school who, whenever he ...

... talked to her, made her stomach feel funny in a way that she just couldn't make go away. But she'd never masturbated. She didn't even know how to begin. In the years that had followed that incident, Beth Ann had begun to notice how girls affected her b*****r. If a pretty girl came into the store Beth Ann would surreptitiously peek at the front of her b*****r's trousers. More often than not a bulge would appear, like magic. And, when the girl had left, Jake would think up some reason why he had to go into the back room, or out to the storage shed, or to the bathroom. She couldn't go spy on him, because someone always had to be at the counter, but she was pretty sure she knew what he was doing. He was always in a great mood when he came back, with a big smile on his face. It just wasn't fair. He got all the fun, while she just got frustrated. She didn't have a nice hard penis to play with. It had never occurred to her to explore her own body, to find out what might feel nice. Things had progressed one warm evening when they were fifteen. Sandra O'Connor had come slinking into the store wearing a dress so old you could almost see through it, and had asked for a twenty-four inch zipper for her mother. Jake had told her that he thought there might be one in a box up in the attic and he'd have to show her. It wasn't until after they'd climbed up the fold down ladder to the loft that Beth Ann had suddenly realized Jake hadn't been up in the attic for over a year, and wouldn't have ...