My 19 year old sister, younger than me by just fifteen months, Erin, stood there, her eyes watery and red, her face twisted into an expression of ange... that I have never seen before. I expected to burst into flames from the venom in her stare. “Why do guys have to be …UGH?!?!” She broke her sentence in frustration, unable to think of the correct word. Remaining calm, knowing her anger was not directed at me, but at her boyfriend, and apparently males in general, I rattled off, “Annoying,. I think you’re hot, and I think we both know that we’re practically combustible when we’re together. So either you want something with me, or you don’t.”Not even aware she was doing it, she started licking her lips as she took him in from head to toe, desperate for a taste of what he was offering. And there was no getting around it, he was probably the finest example of the male species she’d ever seen – or experienced. Insanely buff, wickedly hot, totally gorgeous and with a dick that she. She shrugged her shoulders and walked down to room 714 and opened the door. She showered and slipped the blue silk dress on again and smoothed it down herself. She glanced at her watch, still ten minutes to go – she hardly wanted to hang about outside Michael’s door waiting for him. She’d feel awful if someone came past. She made herself wait until 11.35 before hurrying out again down to his room, a quick knock and she was in his arms. They sat on the bed sipping brandy from the same glass,. My imagination said it was faster pedaling with a tail wind, but sometimes I think my imagination was trying to get the better of me… The other fun part was for as much of a motor head as Dad was, I wasn’t. I was a geek. Although we weren’t called that back then, just a lot of other interesting names. Now being the only son, I was promptly enslaved to help out in the junk yard whenever I wasn’t doing something for Mom at home. And since I wasn’t into cleaning and painting the new house, I left.