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I was only five and my brother, Greg was seven big when our parents bought a small bar/private club south of Dallas. Since they both had to work there to make tits ends meet, Greg and I were mostly raised by various babysitters. Dad would tend bar and Mom would wait tables. They didn’t tell anyone they were ass married. Dad made fair tips, but Mom made GREAT tips. I didn’t really know why until I was ten or eleven, but then it was blatantly obvious. She had an awesome body, and her sexy waitress uniforms really showed it off. Her hot pants were just that. They really showed off her toned legs and shapely butt. The tops left her flat belly bare and allowed her DD boobs to spill over the top. When I was thirteen and well into puberty, my own boobs had started to develop. I was already a B cup, and I was hopeful they would continue to grow until they were as big as Mom’s. I always got a thrill out of Greg and his friends staring at them and trying to catch me naked. That was also the year our parents stopped hiring babysitters. Of course, that meant we were pretty much on our own from around eleven until three a.m.. That summer, Greg and I started going in with them to help them clean the place before stockings it opened. We’d put our bikes in the back of Dad’s truck. When it was time to open, he and I would ride our bikes home. Greg and I had always been fairly blonde close, but we grew even closer when we were left alone so much. We had to learn to entertain ourselves. Of course, when we wanted different things; what TV shows to watch, what games to play and such, he would always win. If I put up too much fuss, he’d wrestle me down and tickle me until I cried uncle. One day, while we were loading our bikes into Dad’s truck, Greg tossed his backpack in with the bikes. He didn’t protest when I picked it up. It felt empty, so I peeked inside. Sure enough, it was empty. When I showed him a questioning look, he just grinned and shrugged. He did however, put his finger to his lips, letting me know not to mention it to our parents. I didn’t find out the deal until we got home. Greg reached into his backpack and pulled out a huge full bottle of Vodka. My mouth dropped open. I was hit with a wave of dizziness, the world seeming to rotate about the axis of my heels. Half of them seemed to be in proper holders, the other half in clear cars, making the light sparkle slightly. I couldn't believe my luck. It's a blonde higher note, musical, and definitely apart from their usual chatter...but moan she did. "Why not? We all three lay on the bed and while I jacked my cock, Cheryl alternated sucking and stroking Tom’s big prick. “Shut up! I helped them pack up the tents and the camp then we all drove back big in their truck. I had to do something. Then, with their spit as lubrication, used their rough fingertips (with plenty of long nails between them) to start mercilessly rubbing the cockhead. He stockings told us that there would always be food and soft drinks where we’d already got some and that no one was to drink any alcohol. He ass grabbed a bottle and popped it open. He gasped, and then at the same time his hips began to twitch and buck against Erica's face. I smiled. Instead, she was always secretly wanting them to forcefully "take her" and "have their way" with her. Enjoy tits my pussy!” I moaned.