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A nice start.

Please, just for today? Please! You’re so handsome and mature and they will just be green with envy.”
 
Her big eyes were like giant saucers open and innocent pleading with me to agree. I laughed and said all of her conditions we fine with me. She sighed in relief and we both laughed together and she gave me a big hug.
 
At the mall, Ire searched and searched for a dress. She asked if we could hold hands so we would “look like a real boyfriend and girlfriend.”
 
So, we walked through the mall hand in hand with my cock semi aroused by the contact and the pleasure of walking beside this stunning beauty.
 
Ire said she wanted to “dress up” tonight and have a “real” dinner date with me “like in the movies” and she wanted her dress to be “special”. Being a striking and slim girl, there were certain dresses that she could wear that most girls probably couldn’t pull off.
 
The dress she finally picked after modeling 10 or 17 for me was one of these very special dresses. It was an emerald green silk creation from a designer with a collar neckline and cut-outs around the shoulders and the top of the bust, a scoop back and cut-outs at the waist that accentuated Ire’s tiny 23” waist.
 
The bare skin combined with the tight bust certainly accentuated her firm and high breasts. She put on some black patent leather spike sandals while she modeled it for me. The total effect was stunning. She looked 25 or 26 and incredibly hot. Her transformation from innocent teen to sophisticated young woman was unbelievable. I’m sure my jaw dropped to the floor.
 
The sales woman was looking at us as Ire twirled and looked in the mirror. She looked at the sales lady. “Just wait, I need to ask my boyfriend what he thinks.”
 
And then she approached me grinning from ear to ear. She leaned in and asked me what I thought in a whisper. I gave her the “thumb up” and said the dress was incredible. I told her I wanted to pay for it since it was so beautiful. She looked back at me and admonished me. “Don’t break the rules. I get to pick what you buy. I want you to buy me something a boyfriend would like.” She bought the dress and the shoes and we left.

In days to come, my feelings for Lola waxed stronger. Some nights after our thrilling encounter, I declared my love once again for her. We were alone in my room and no other place could be better than here.



In response to what I said, her right hand went to my waist and encircled it. I kissed her forehead and she tightened her hold on me.



“I didn't want to do this, Lola, but you're making me to do it."



“To do what?" she asked in a voice hardly above a whisper.



“You're making me to fall in love you."



There was a brief silence.



“What is the crime in falling in love?" she asked.



I thought over what she said. Of course, there was no crime in it, the thing was the propriety, or otherwise, of someone like me falling in love with an eighteen years old girl. She was still a teenager, for God's sake.



“You've not answered my question," she said.



“I don't want to break your heart," I replied.



She giggled. "You mean loving me equals breaking my heart? Oh, come on, Tayo, be sincere to yourself."



There was a long silence. She disentangled herself from me, yawned and stood up. "I feel like going to bed," she said. "Am I permitted to go?"



I stood up too and held her by the waist. "Yes, you can go but there's something I need to let you know." She looked at me briefly.



“What's that?"



I allowed a meaningful silence. "I love you, Lola. I love you."



“I love you too,” she answered.

I stroked her hair, pointing out, “At least it looks like we don’t have to worry about her calling the cops screaming bloody murder - or worse, calling Mom and Dad.”

“I sure hope not.”

“She won’t. I already know that,” I assured her. “We all have to live together. Calling Mom and Dad would be the kind of catastrophic response that could destroy the family. She’ll give us a chance to explain ourselves before she does anything drastic.”

“Explain what? that I got so Hot I couldn’t help banging my brother?”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it? And it’s not like your horniness has been some big secret. We could hear you bitching to Rhoda about it for weeks. Truth be told, Arin is probably as Hot as you were.”

“You think so?” Bukky shrugged and added, “Her door isn’t any thicker than yours.”

I smirked. “Maybe she’s just quieter than me ... or you for that matter.”

Bukky giggled and then furrowed her eyebrows. “I hadn’t really thought about that.” I could almost see the gears turning in her head.

Leaving her to her thoughts for a moment, I let my head fall back and thought back over everything that had happened as well. And when I got to the part of Arin surprising us, I glanced back down at Bukky and asked, “Hey, what happened? I thought you were on alert to make sure she didn’t come back downstairs.”

Bukky grimaced. “I got distracted. I wasn’t watching the stairs anymore. My mind was ... back then ... to when your towel fell. I’m sorry.”

I exhaled and went back to stroking her hair. “Doesn’t matter anymore. What’s done is done. We just have to figure out what we’re going to do now.”

“We have to talk to her, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

“And I need to let her know I’m not going to stop banging you.”

I blinked and glanced down at her. “You’re not?”

Bukky frowned and looked up at me. “What, you wanted to stop?”

“No, no. I just...” I blushed. “It’s like when Mom first caught me masturbating. The very first thing I did was promise I’d never do it again.”

Bukky snorted. “that obviously is a promise you didn’t keep.”

I sighed. “I just meant, if Arin made us swear to never do it again or she’d tell Mom and Dad, we kinda would have to stop, wouldn’t we?”

Bukky shook her head. “I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, not any more than you were able to stop playing five-on-one after promising Mom. You make me feel too good and I’m not going back to FaceTiming my loser ex-boyfriend and diddling myself with vibrators when your gorgeous dick is in the next room.”

I blinked. “good to know. The trick is how to ensure Arin will be okay with it.”

Bukky nodded, looking thoughtful. “We’re family. She loves us. She’ll ... understand.”

“I’d like to think so. She may be weirded out by it, but hopefully she’ll come around.”

Bukky grinned. “that’s just it: she wasn’t weirded out by it.”

“Huh?”

“just now.” Bukky sat up straight and turned to face me. “When she eavesdropped from around the corner that I sucked you off and banged you, she didn’t run a way and she didn’t charge in screaming with disgust. The first thing she did was admit she’d snuck into your room to give you a handjob and then demanded I tell her what banging you was like.”

I mused on that. “Okay...”

“You’re the one that said Arin’s probably as Hot as I was. Think about it: she snuck into your room to check out your package. Even -I- can tell when she’s ogling your butt or your abs. She may not come out and bitch about it like I do, but if she’s been feeling the same kind of pent-up frustration I was, she may be coming to the same conclusion I did that YOU have the only functioning cock in the house.”

Go on.