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It was a warm afternoon one summer. We were home alone for the first time. My dad had warned me to stay away from her and that there would be consequences if I didn't, but I couldn't resust. She was just stood there, looking all beautiful. I stood next to her and stared at her beauty. I was like a little boy on Christmas day, excited that we were finally alone. Walking around her, looking her up and down. I couldn't contain myself any longer, I knew what I had to do. I closed the curtains to make sure nobody could see. Cracking my fingers, I ran them across her before I pushed hard. She made a noise even more beautiful than I imagined. Moving my fingers faster and faster, making and even more wonderful sound. My body began to move with joy, up and down, getting really into it. Finally I had finished and returned to my room before my parents got back. My dad would kill me if he knew I played his Grand Piano.