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Familiarity Breeds s****r

... he'd get the blue balls if he couldn't do something to get some relief. In the end he'd gotten her to agree that he could go in the back room to jerk off when he needed to, as long as he didn't take too long. Beth Ann had thought that he'd be too inhibited to do it very often. She was wrong. Jake could whack off six or seven times a day if he wanted to. And since it was his s****r who'd stopped him from having REAL fun he didn't care if his s****r saw him or not while he was spanking his monkey. As time went on he even quit trying to be private about it, standing in plain sight as he jerked on his hot meat until it spat streams of semen up into the air. When Beth Ann complained that he was making messes on the floor, he started shooting into a tissue again. As time went on, Jake not only didn't mind if his s****r saw him, it made him even more horny to know a female was looking at his dick. So he ended up standing right inside the saloon doors so that if Beth Ann went in there she couldn't help but see him. He thought it was funny. She was even more disgusted. Things went along that way until Beth Ann refined her interest in boys. When Roger Dalton asked her to a school dance, and pushed her into a corner where he commenced to kiss her until she pushed him away, she found herself feeling exactly the same way she had felt when she saw Jake and Sandra fucking. Was that what Roger wanted to do with her? She let him kiss her some more, but when his hand cupped her breast she ...

... pushed him away again and went back out in the light, where people could see her. But every time she danced close to him after that, her stomach did flip flops. The next day was Saturday, and Beth Ann slept late. She wouldn't have to take over the store until four that afternoon, so she could do whatever she wanted until then. She thought back to the dance, and the feel of Roger's lips on hers, and his hand on her breast. She knew Jake had experience with these things. She bounded up out of bed, still dressed in only her T shirt and panties that she slept in each night. She went to his room and, without knocking, turned the knob and walked in. Jake was on his bed, naked, with a magazine open, showing pictures of naked women. He was beating off. "Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Beth Ann. "Don't you ever do anything else except that?" He'd paused at first, but then he spied her hard little nipples under her T shirt. The shirt didn't come down as far as it had when she'd first worn it and he could also see her camel toe, though she didn't know she even had one. He started beating off even faster, fantasizing about what was under those panties. "No," he grunted. "Not since you laid down the law about doing it with girls around here." He jacked harder, staring at his s****r's breasts. "What do you want?" he gasped. He was going to shoot. "Well ..." she started. "Do ALL boys do that?" "Ohhh yeah," panted Jake, but he wasn't answering her question, he felt the spunk rising in his balls. Beth Ann ...