Janelle seemed to shift uneasy, looking back toward the hallway and back to the floor, then back at me. It was apparent she was uncomfortable with the...whole situation.I just looked back at her and raised my eyebrows, as if to say, ‘What do you want?’Janelle looked back at the floor and softly said, ‘They’re busy making out.’She stood there arms crossed almost fidgeting in place. It was obvious she didn’t want to be downstairs as a third wheel and really. And I felt a pressure high between my legs twisting.fingers pushed up my wall,pulling,pressing. Twisting.increasing pressure with by turn and flick.going higher and higher.someone was finger fucking me.pressing high and deep up my vagina wall.it was my aunt Kay. She was finger fucking me. I moaned. I felt the twist of her fingers,slowly going higher and deeper. Pushing my muscle with intent. Tracing my wall with her teeth and pulling my legs open. She massaged my inner thigh and vagina.. I feel so strung out I can hardlylift it, but as it comes to my eyeline I see the mirror supported by athin, brown arm and clasped in thin, brown fingers with pale, shortnails. Not my hand. Not my arm. Changed! The mirror shakes, it's hardto keep it still so Claire helps and for the first time of the rest ofmy life I see the face of Pradeepta Chatterji, of Colin Jameson, ofTabitha Kowalski.I screamed. If Claire hadn't been so quick I'd have dropped the mirrorand maybe broken it and then what. Another big picture window had been added also.There was another window on the bedroom end of the house too, but it didn't go all the way across. It seemed to coincide with the bedroom, excluding my closet, but including practically the rest of the wall, and it went from very near the floor to very near the ceiling, I could see in and tell that much.I knew I'd be in for a lot more surprises when I got inside."Are you through walking around your house, trying to convince me that it's all new to.