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My First Blow Job

"I really don't want to mow the lawn," his k** s****r said. "It's so hot out!" The 13 year old girl was laying on the couch with a pouty look on her face "You have to," he said to her, using the commanding voice of an older b*****r. "Mom said." She put down her book and sat up. She give him her sweetest saccharine smile. "You could do it for me." "No way!" "Come on, I'll do anything you want!" "Anything?" "Yeah, anything! I'll clean your room for a month!" "No deal." "Come on, I'll do anything!" "Anything at all?" "Yeah, anything at all!" "OK, give me a blowjob." "What?" His little s****r's face distorted into a grimace. "Gross!" He laughed. "Just teasing ya. Besides, you don't even know what a blowjob is." "Yes I do! And I know you're gross! You want a blowjob from your s****r!" "No I don't. Have fun mowing, s*s!" He went to the kitchen to have some cereal. Fifteen minutes later, he walked back into the living room. She was still laying on the couch reading her book. "You better get the lawn mowed before it starts raining," he said to her. "Mom's gonna be pissed when she gets home." She looked up at him. "So, you really want me to do that thing to you?" "Huh?" "You know, a blowjob?" He laughed. "Still on about that?" "You're the one that brought it up first!" "Yeah but now you're the one bringing it up." She sat up, giving him a little pouty face. "I just so don't want to mow! If I do that to you, will you mow?" He felt his penis involuntarily twitch. He'd never had a ...

... blowjob before, but he'd heard that they're great. Granted, his annoying k** s****r wouldn't be his first choice, or even his hundredth, but it's better than nothing, which is exactly what he's gotten in the last fifteen-and-a-half years. "Are you serious?" he asked her. "You have to mow first." "You are serious!" She just glared at him. "OK," he said. "But you have to promise that you'll do it when I'm done mowing." "I promise." As he mowed the lawn, he thought about the predicament he was in. He wasn't sure whether he really liked the idea of getting a blowjob from his k** s****r. It made him feel really weird and sort of grossed out. He could never tell any of his friends about it, they'd just all think he was a freak. But whether he liked the idea or not, for some reason he'd never mowed the lawn as quickly as he mowed it that afternoon. When he finished, he walked into the living room. He was sweaty and had grass clippings stuck to him, and he smelled from the gas of the mower. His s****r was on the computer. "OK, you promised," he said to her. "You have to take a shower first. You're all sweaty and gross." "You're just stalling! Come on." "No, I looked it up on the internet, and they said you should always take a shower first, so that it tastes good." "You looked it up on the internet?" "Yeah, I wanted to learn how to do it." "OK, I'll take a shower." That fact that his s****r wanted to learn how to do it made him feel sort of proud, like she really wanted to make him feel ...