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Reagan and the two boys went upstairs leaving Joe and me watching the movie. "I'll stay here," Joe said in a voice that had become a deeper baritone in the last few months. "He doesn't have to," Pete said to Reagan ignoring me.
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"Can you stop the movie while we're upstairs?" Reagan asked me. "We'll go with you," Pete and James said to Reagan in unison, standing when she did. "Who wants popcorn? I'll make us some," Reagan said. His pastel blue eyes under those dark brows and long lashes were concentrating on the movie. Looking up at Joe, he wasn't paying any attention to me. Joe had worked one of his balls beneath the leg band and it was staring back at me following the trail of soft dark hair on his inner thigh. I knew all I had to do was turn and I'd have a close-up of what's up his shorts. Joe repositioned himself and put the foot next to me on the seat cushion. Jerking my eyes to the floor, I sat down in my place next to his feet. The others were so busy talking, they hadn't noticed I was there, but Joe was looking right at me. I saw wisps of dark pubic hair sticking out from the leg band. Walking back to my seat on the floor, I noticed Joe had a leg up with one of his feet resting on the seat cushion and I could see up his loose legged cargo shorts to the bulge in his briefs. Seems I wasn't different enough to single out and pick-on and I was careful not to give anyone any reason to do this. I didn't get bullied as much as some of my few friends did. I was quiet, did well in school, and was okay with sports not the best and not the worst. Looking in the mirror, I saw myself as a nice looking fifteen year old boy. I got up and went to the bathroom to pee. It may have just made them more determined to be the first to conquer her. The difference is I was older, fifteen, and wasn't popular or had a lot of friends, like Reagan had. She bragged about it to her girlfriends behind the boy's backs.īeing a guy, I related to what they were going through. Reagan was a tease and enjoyed the game of making boys hard and leaving them with blue balls.
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Fat chance of them getting in her pants I'd probably have a better chance than they would and I wasn't interested.
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They wanted to charm Reagan out of her panties, lay her on her back, open her legs, and breed her. Seems Joe was the only one, like me, who hadn't already seen the movie and the other guys well I knew why they were here. I was thankful I'd already seen this part, because they chatted the whole time.
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Taking in more than an annoyed breath and gritting my teeth, I punched menu, and went back to the first scene. I was more than half way through the movie and now she wanted me to go back to the beginning for her and her guests. She hadn't mentioned this to me or my parents before they left for the evening. "Bran, can you restart the movie? I invited the guys over to watch it with me," Reagan said. He was a fucking little stud and if I was a girl, I'd let him do me any time he wanted as much as he wanted. His long toes had a fine dusting of dark hair beginning on the top of them. Even his feet were graceful and athletic. Joe had kicked off his trainers and pulled off his white socks. The calves were shaped nice and sprouting new dark hair. I took a quick sideways glance at his legs. I was sitting on the floor with my back resting against the front of the sofa and had to scoot over to rest against the front of the arm. It was a three seater, and all four of them squeezed in. Reagan plopped herself down on the sofa and the boys joined her. The other two boys, Pete and James, only nodded. He had just turned fourteen last week and was the oldest of the three boys and in my judgment the best looking. "Hey Brandon," Joe was the only one to say something to me. My thirteen year old sister, Reagan, was walking in front of three boys from her class as they ogled her pert little ass in her favorite short-shorts. 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.