Storm POV
These stupid double knots, I bet this was Mum's idea to have fun at my expense. I mumble to myself, as my large fingers have trouble untying these tiny bows. Was this what Dad had to go through, like did they double-knot all his? Might ask him one day.
Carefully, I prepared Cloe for what was to come, bringing her to the brink of release. I was not confident enough to let her have the release she was chasing, and then climb on; I was worried she would cope with it twice, not being her first time of accepting me. I was worried about splitting her apart, like the stories Dad had told when we grew up enough to start experimenting with girls.
But I worried for nothing, Cloe was perfect, and this position gave me deeper access to her, and I didn't mind holding her legs, until we lea
