Date: Tue, 1 Sep 2015 05:58:22 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 8

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I led Tyler by the hand through the shop and into the house.  The laundry
room was just inside the door, so I flicked on the light and brought him
into the room.  I got his clothes out of the dryer and handed them to him,
still warm and toasty.  I was already back in my shorts and T shirt,
watching him get dressed.

"So, how did this all get started with you, your sister and Meg?" I asked.

"Well, it started with Laura," he answered, "she caught me jerking off one
day and was very curious.  It turned into a show me yours and I'll show you
mine thing."

"How did Meg get involved?" I asked.

"I think the two of them had played that same game before; maybe even went
beyond the showing stage," he said.  "I caught them together naked one day
in Laura's room and it smelled like pussy in there.  I was pretty sure I
knew what they had been doing.  Laura begged me to show Meg my dick, so I
did."

"What happened then?" I asked, my own cock starting to rise in my shorts.

"Nothing," he claimed.  "It never went beyond looking and touching with the
two of them together."

"But it went further with you and your sister?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied.  "She kept coming into my room at odd times, trying to
catch me jerking off again.  I let her catch me a couple times and then let
her help me out.  Eventually, she let me finger and lick her pussy while
she jerked me off."

"And it became a regular thing?" I asked.

"Pretty much.  Whenever my parents were out of the house, she would duck
into my room," he disclosed.  "One night, when they were away for the
weekend, she crawled in bed with me and stayed all night.  We did all sorts
of things and I fingered and licked her to a climax.  That didn't seem to
be enough for either of us, so she sat down on me and my dick slid right up
her moist little pussy.  It was tight at first, but she was determined to
do it and I wasn't going to stop her!"

"So, that was the first time for both of you?" I asked.

"Yeah, that was the first time we fucked," he said, "but not the last!  She
wanted it all the time after that and I was glad to do my part when and
where we could."

"That explains what happened in the shop," I said.  "I didn't feel much
resistance when I entered her."

"I don't think either of us popped her cherry," he said.  "I think that was
done during her sessions with Meg."

"And you never went that far with Meg?" I asked.

"No, we never really got the chance," he said, "and I don't think Laura
wanted her to know we had been doing it."

"Laura told me she thought Meg might be miffed if she thought she beat her
to it!" I said.

"True," he said.  "They can be quite competitive."

"Let's give that bike a try, OK?" I suggested.  We headed back out to the
shop and I opened the overhead door.  The rain had stopped and the pavers
and street were almost dry.

Tyler kicked up the kickstand and was out the door in a flash!  I saw him
rounding the turn and lost sight of him.  I went back to the bench and
started to put my tools back in their respective drawers when he wheeled
back in.


"Can you raise the seat just a little more?" he asked as he dismounted.  I
still had that wrench in my hand, so I went over and loosened the bolt.  He
gripped the seat and twisted and raised it another half inch.  I centered
the seat and tightened it again and he was off.

"Is that better?" I asked as he barreled back into the shop bay.

"Much better!" he exclaimed.  "I can't believe how a few simple adjustments
and a little oil can make such a difference!  I had been telling my parents
I need a new bike, but I don't think I do now."

"Just keep it cleaned and lubed," I said.  "And don't be afraid to come by
for an adjustment now and then."  I winked when I said `adjustment' and it
wasn't lost on him.  He knew exactly what I meant.

"And thanks for teaching me how to, you know..." he said.  His face turned a
bright shade of pink.

"How to give a good blow job?" I said.  "Is that what you were trying to
say?"

"Exactly!" he said.  "I'm looking forward to more lessons."

"Glad to be of service," I said as I saluted him.