Melinda made a curse to her sister and showed her tongue, chuckled in surprise, and sped down. Heather raised her head and listened. A door slammed downstairs. The girl jumped out of bed like a spring, she darted to the window, lifting the blinds.

Melinda went out into the street and looked suspiciously at the windows, and then ran at a run to the crossroads, instantly lost sight of. Heather moved away from the window. She fumbled on the shelf and took out a small digital camera that easily fit in the palm of your hand. Smiling to herself, the girl shoved her into the back pocket of her jeans, left the room and, still purring under her breath, went downstairs to the first floor.

***

Unlike Melinda, Jason woke up with strange mixed feelings. He was worried that today it was his turn to be in control. The idea that Melinda would be able to completely control his mind and feelings, to put it mildly, was frightening. He was not disturbed by any moral restrictions. He was ready to try everything and more. Fully surrender to the will of her secret desires. It was so agitated by its mystery and some abstract shamelessness. Rather, it was a kind of irrational fear that he might be under Melinda's control forever. Not that he didn't trust the girl. Quite the contrary. In recent days, his attitude towards his younger sister Heather has changed a lot. He liked her more and more. She was not at all the same as in school. There, he perceived her as an ugly duckling, a pale shadow glaringly beautiful older sister, something like him, believing that only in this she seeks to get closer to him, now began to notice what he thinks about Melinda much more than about Heather.

The house, the common secret, the indecent things that they did in it, incredibly brought the guy to the girl. He knew perfectly well that their sexual fun would never happen, do not be at home. He liberated them, made them forget about morality, freed them from indecision and inexperience, from fear and shame. They just wanted to have fun time after time. Without any harm, without moral torment. The house was constantly tempted, and they, with pleasure, succumbed to this temptation. So far everything has been more than fine, but a kind of splinter is still constantly pricking, somewhere deep in the subconscious.

Having not yet reached the intersection already familiar to every detail, he noticed Melinda. He called her, moving from excitement to falsetto. She looked around, waved her hand, and slowed her pace. He even strayed from his step, catching her glaring glance.

- Hello. - said Jason, feeling awkward. Is there something wrong?
- Don't be so noisy. Said the girl sharply. Surrounding and so well know my name!
- Oh, sorry. How are you?
- Fine. - She growled, stopping at the gate. Sister, however, behaved suspiciously calm all morning.
“Does she have any idea?”
“She got her head into having sex with us, but we don't do it, so everything is fine.”

Jason could argue with her about determining what they were actually doing, but only nodded in agreement.

They entered the front garden. Melinda looked around the neighborhood and slipped through the open door. Jason took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the growing excitement and followed her.

- Nervous? - Melinda smiled weakly, noticing his condition.
- Little.
- Little?
- Ok ... a lot! Jason sighed, wiping wet fingers on his trousers.
- Are you ready? Really ready?
- Yes, probably. In any case, it will be fair.
- I know, but ... - she suddenly, sadly smiled. I don't want to hurt you or embarrass you.

Jason wanted to answer, but suddenly realized that his head had become completely empty. Any conscious thought escaped, barely having arisen on the verge of consciousness. Now he was really scared. He was fully aware that he was losing control. There was a feeling that he threw himself from a cliff into a precipice and now falls into a bottomless blackness, immediately got cold in his stomach.

“If there is something that you wouldn’t like to do, tell me now, otherwise I don’t answer for myself,” Melinda said with strenuous gaiety and it became clear that she herself was terribly worried.

Jason felt the heat spread all over his body, the skin seemed to warm up from the inside, heat flowed to the groin area, concentrating in the perineum, followed by itching.

- Not. You can do everything! Whatever you want! He said in a calm, emotionless voice.
- Can? Uh ... Jason ?! - Melinda looked at the guy worriedly. Oh no! Already? I'm not ready!

...Don't lie to Melinda. You were ready for this, not yet crossed the threshold of my house!

Melinda shuddered at the familiar, alluring whisper.

- But ... I have not decided what ...

...Any desire girl. Anyone! He will do whatever you want!

Melinda's eyes widened. She looked at Jason. He was breathing heavily, constantly touching the crotch with one hand. Obeying her unconscious desire, he already unzipped the zipper and put his fingers inside, stroking the embarked member through the panties. He moaned softly, looking at Melinda pleadingly and excitedly.

- I will stroke myself. He said dully, smiling wickedly. I know you like to watch me do it.

His voice has become lower, strangely vibrated, sounding unusual sexual music for the girl's ears. Jason unbuckled his belt. He was shaking his hips slightly, as if he was dancing. The guy showed her a real show, as in a strip club, where she had never been, but wanted to get there. He did everything she wanted!

The thrill of the heart turned into a slight tremor, rolling down the abdomen, turning on some mechanism in the body, from which her crotch warmed under her panties and began to get wet quickly. She was even frightened for a moment. The transition from a calm state to a sharp excitement was too fast.

Jason took off his pants.

- Want me to jerk off! He said with a shameless smile, roughly clutching the twitching knoll on his underpants.

Melinda sighed loudly, almost crying out. Her vagina was wet instantly. She was looking at a hand that was moving in a twitching tumor, embracing it with a cloth. Melinda felt her thoughts start to get confused. She tried to concentrate, but she failed, lust had already replaced everything.

- Do you want me to stroke you? I will do it with pleasure. I'll make you cum if you want!
- Oh my God! Melinda almost groaned, feeling her body bend a convulsion, pressing her palms to burning cheeks.

She felt a real hormonal and emotional explosion.

- Whatever you want. - Jason said hoarsely, just devouring the girl with his eyes, continuing to shamelessly stroke the penis. Do you want me to lick you all?

Melinda almost said yes. Almost ... She experienced such a sharp surge of lustful sweetness that it was almost painful.

“N-no, your fingers ... that would be great.” She said stammering. Let's just go upstairs.
- I will touch you until you ask for mercy.

Melinda laughed nervously, blushing; she was enjoying every word of a guy who clearly didn’t control himself. Before she could stop him, he tore off his panties. His penis was unusually swollen and continuously twitching, almost clinging to the lower abdomen, a viscous liquid flowed from the exposed swollen head, hung down to the floor with a wide ribbon, stuck to the right thigh, crossing it with shiny strokes. Jason squeezed the trunk of the penis in the middle and began to masturbate slowly, with a painfully sweet grimace on his face.

Melinda had to make an effort to take her eyes off the erect body and take a step deep into the living room.

***

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