"Nick! Alison! Breakfast!" My mom's voice coming from the kitchen. I opened my eyes, lying in bed with my little sister curled up against me, her soft...permed hair on my chest and neck. I shook her a bit and she looked up at me, a cute smile spread across her face, then a flash of worry, "What time is it?" Quarter after seven. Mom just called us for breakfast."She quickly sat up and tossed the sheets off her, I put my hands behind my head and watched her petite frame as she got out of my bed. ‘What the hell!” she said. “And that’s your definition of kid gloves.”“I had to do it, and, I guess so did he. Abigail, it was matter of respect. Believe it or not, it was a matter of respect. If I’d just rolled over, or, in his mind if he had...” he said.“Men!” she said. “You’re all nuts!”“That is likely an accurate assessment,” he said, and he wasn’t smirking.“I’ve got to do something. You know, I think I’m going to visit his dad. Aaron’s got a good head on his shoulders. At worst it’ll be. I sent him out to start the grill and while he was outside ran into the bathroom to quickly check myself. My hair was covered in dust and I had chunks of plaster wedged in between the clumps of hair stuck together with sweat. Appalled at what I saw, I tried to brush some of the chunks out of my hair and just decided to go with the ‘I have been working hard all day’ look. He didn’t seem to mind as I scrounged in the back of the refrigerator and came out with a couple of beers. Offering him one,. (I am somewhat into being cucked and humiliated). Even though I was an average looking geek with very few friends back in highschool, somehow she has managed to become the complete opposite. She is very popular with all of the "popular" boys and all of the "popular" girls in her grade. This is due in part to her being far more socially affluent and confident than I was when I was her age, but if I'm being honest, it probably has more to do with the fact that she has a fantastic body than.