....and he recalled being carried to bed. As the teen anxiously waited for a ride, he remembered the weird going ons! Kirk tried to banish the thought...; he had been very sleepy, hadn't been on guard, so what happened wasn't his fault. A car drove past, it's driver shaking his bald head in disapproval of hitch-hiking. Kirk could not help but remember what had happened to him, and shame kept asserting itself. The blonde haired boy blushed a bright red as he remembered the wonderful things he had. “Where are we going, Stephanie,” Debbie asked timidly, “I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”“Just a little adventure, trust me,” Stephanie replied and took Debbie by the hand and led her minivan.When Debbie sat down in the passenger seat, the short skirt rode up to just below her cunt. Debbie was trying to force it down when Stephanie ordered her to leave it like it was. Stephanie headed down the interstate driving nonchalantly in the passing lane. Debbie was very self-conscious as they. I want to be your kid sister.'"So we lay there for a long time, talking about growing up in the old house as kids, when we last slept in the same room. I must have been nine, and she was seven. She'd crawl into my bed on Christmas Eve, and we'd talk about what Santa Claus would bring us. It was so sweet. And last night, it was like she was that kid sister again. I tried to put the moves on her a second time, but she kissed me and said, 'No, dear.' So we just held each other for a long time, and. As I left the room, the door creaking upon opening and closing, I was surprised that the floor was quiet, but stepped lightly anyway, anticipating the creaky stairs.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a blueish glow, and turned, expecting to see it coming from some signage outside. But I was surprised to see a face, inside, up against a wall, not a window, aglow with the light of a screen in front of it. Shit, had I really missed the other occupant when I peeked earlier? Had my ears not been.