It would only be for a couple of weeks, but we'd been virtually inseparable during our spare time during the past few months and we both felt a touch ...f withdrawal syndrome setting in prematurely."I want you to promise me something, before I go," Carla said that afternoon."What's that?" I want you to keep doing what you did in front of your mom," she said. "Don't stop it. She's opened doors. Take advantage of them." But why?" I asked, "You make me happy." I know, but knowing that you're doing. She watched as I stood up clumsily and lifted the foolscap exercise book from the desktop. She was well aware of the discomfort she caused each time she looked directly into my eyes. She looked at me “Give me your book, beta.” Her voice was almost a purr. She took the writing book from my trembling finger. Looking down she could hardly be bothered to read the words I had written, her mind was already on the course of events to follow. She flipped the page back and fourth, checking what she. We would drink and just hang and joke around. couple weeks into it me and her would drink more and more. And i knew this was my chance to get pussy or else I would never. She had been a little touchy with me before but never got past that just a sit on my lap and fingers thru my hair really quick that is all. we where laying down on the bed watching a movie and she was wasted she got close to me and said "Fuck Me' my dick was instantly rock I pulled her tights down and couldnt belive i was. Is this a sad story?”“Yeah. I guess it is.”“What about the other sister?”“The old man hardly remembered his little sister. He’d ignored her when she was growing up and didn’t even come home to watch her graduate from high school. To him, she’d just been someone who got under foot, or who he had to stay home to take care of when his parents were away.”“I don’t think I like this old man.”“The more I think about him, the less I like him, too. So, I won’t dwell on the details other than to say that.