The Supreme Satanic System

While they were engrossed in their little game of intimacy, Bobby observed Margaret's facial expression and also saw her eyes scintillated in excitement. In addition, her mellifluous voice of moaning was euphonous with the soft pop music playing inside her bedroom. This made him rather excited than usual. And soon, they entered a world of passion. And finally, he touched the most precious part of her body, which was also her most sensitive region.

"Umm-ahh-ah..., stop!" Margaret caught his hand, stopping him from further exploring inside her pants.

"What? Anything wrong?" Bobby asked, looking at her gently.

"Bobby, I think we are going too fast. We have just expressed our feelings for each other today. But I don't feel safe directly crossing this line for now." Margaret explained her hesitation and feeling of insecurity about their ongoing, progressing relationship. "And I think before we take that further step we need to seek our permission from dad and mom of us dating. Otherwise, we can't always hide our relationship from them. Moreover, since we have both been adopted since we were young, we are siblings in their eyes."

"Okay, I totally understand. We will ask for their blessing tomorrow when they arrive at home." Bobby removed his hands and lay over the bed beside her.

"But, it doesn't mean we can't kiss, 'cause we have long crossed that line." Margaret turned her body and kissed his lips, firmly pinning his hands with her on the bed, as her body was now on top of him.

The two fledgling love birds continued another long session of kissing each other in a very overly sultry and passionate way.

After several minutes of exchanging their saliva, they finally unsealed their lips, panted heavily as both of them twinkled at each other.

"Can I ask you something?" Bobby said, beaming all over his face.

"Okay," she responded, raised her hand, and began to caress his face.

"Brace yourself, but it'll be a bit corny," Bobby informed, testing her.

"Corny? Hee-hee-hee, now I'm more interested. I can't wait to hear it. Tell me, what is it?" Margaret demanded, moving her face closer to him, touching their noses and foreheads.

"When did you become aware that you were feeling something for me?" Bobby asked as he also reached out his hand and touched her arm, began to caress it gently, feeling the subtle and softness of her skin.

"Eh, that's really corny indeed!" Margaret responded, pouting at him cutely. "And it's also not fair. Why don't you tell me first when you realized you had feelings for me, too? "

"Fair indeed!" Bobby retold, reminiscing about the most awkward but sweet moment of his past. "Umm-umm, I think it must be when I was in 10 and more exactly when you began to hit adolescence and started your period for the first time.  "

"Ho-ho-ho, now, I finally understand why you began to avoid me after my first period." Margaret laughed out loud and asked, "That must not be a simple experience for you. So can you tell me in detail?"

"Hmm, okay,..... It was totally an accident when I witnessed you cleaning yourself in the washroom. Your body was all wet, and I saw your growing boobs through your wet clothes for the first time. At that time, you really look like a goddess in my eyes; your beautiful face and your extremely undeniably alluring body. My heart began to pound like it was about to explode at that time. I really like to touch and feel them. And also, after seeing these rosy lips of yours, I have an intense feeling of kissing them." He then touched her lips. "Actually, after that onward, I developed a secret crush on you, and also I had fantasied about kissing you every day since that very day onward until today. "

"You know what? You don't need to imagine that anymore. Instead, you can just kiss me whenever you feel like for real. And for the record, I really enjoy kissing you." Margaret replied seductively, moving her lips toward his, and blowing her warm breath at him.

Bobby suddenly held her head, pulled her, and began another smooth long session of kissing her again.

,m Soon they separated. And they continued kissing again and again. Finally stopped, and they laid over the bed, panting and gasping the air for breath.

"Is it good?"

"Yeah, I can do it all the time."

"But there was also something else I had fantasied the most about other than this," Bobby said while touching her hands.

"Oh, what is it?" Margaret asked curiously.

Bobby groped the pairs of her firm and well-rounded boobs abruptly, startling her in the process. "It's about fondling them."

"Aahh, stop it, bastard! Remove your dirty hands from them. You are crossing the line again." Margaret screamed in surprise.

But Bobby didn't comply with her as he continued massaging them. "You know, when they began to grow, they always caught my eyes. I was also curious about why they keep growing and wish to touch them. Now, I know how it feels to touch them; they are so soft, and I think I'll soon be addicted to touching them." "Haven't we crossed this line already?" he asked as he wondered in his head, "Yet, I see that you enjoy the feel of them when I fondle them. Are you acting coy or ….?"

"That's too much for me now. Let's just stop here, for now, only kissing, okay? Now be a good boy and remove your hands for me. Please," Margaret explained sophisticatedly, making him remove his hands from touching her erroneously.

"Fine, fine...Whatever you say, it'll work for me. At least now you are officially my girlfriend." Bobby agreed, and he hushed in a tone merely audible to her, "And I can always eat you slowly. Hmm-mm, it sounds more fun. "

"What?.... Eat what?" Margaret asked, all tense.

"Ah, nothing. Just forget it." Bobby said cornily. "So, now can you tell me your part of the story about you realizing that I'm the only man for you? "

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