Somehow, though, it seemed to be taken for granted that I was sharing with Michael and as part of my unfolding plan, when he went off to the bathroom, I ran back to my room to get my pen-torch, which I then proceeded to hide under my pillow in Michael’s room. Could I? Sister xxx He clearly noticed and in the back of the car on the way home, he toned-down the banter a little and I loosened-up a bit, warming to his disarming manner – as well as to his bulging groin. He also now had a few pale hairs across his chest; and down his smooth tummy, towards the loosely-knotted waistband of his pyjamas. Most nights, after lights-out, one of us would start tickling the other’s toes, which would lead to reprisals and joint fits of the giggles.
