The sound of people descending the carpeted stairs into the rec room let me know my evening was about to be interrupted. Plowing and seeding my sister's furrow would bring these guys extreme bliss.
Such are the thoughts of raging hormonal boys, looking for ways to employ the tools we carry between our legs, and working it to bring us pleasure. She was pretty and flirty, and the boys flocked around her, hoping that someday they'd be the first one she'd spread her legs for. In fact I sort of knew it was some guys here to hang out with my younger sister. I heard what sounded like a group of footsteps above me.
