Next day it was as usual, in the night again I messaged her asking about dinner and all then later called she was bit emotional and started telling on... by one of her house matters and I was just listening to her, then as yesterday she said she wants to sleep and said bye, like this daily we used to talk till 1 am and share our feelings, in this time she became close enough to me, I thought that it had been over a week I started talking and now she is also close enough to me and I must move. Oh, I thought, two weeks of whacking off dreaming about her around the house. I was going to be worn down to a nub. Oh, well, a happy nub.The first couple of days were uneventful, except for my jacking-off every couple of hours thinking of Kristen sleeping in my parent's room just a few feet away from my room.Kristen was cool, wasn't as strict as she used to be and told me that she had learned a lot being on her own and that I was old enough to pretty much do what I wanted to do.About the third. All in all, Steph was one delicious package of femininity.I was invited for a family supper and a weekend visit. There was not much question that they heard me arrive in my Dodge Ram pick up truck. The Ram was a regular cab short bed with a 318 c.i. V-8, a five speed manual shift on the floor, AND duals with one glasspak muffler. There was no way I'd be sneaking in suprise like.My aunt and uncle gave me a gracious greeting. The three younger girls, at ages six, eight, and ten, were all giggles. A full ten inches and thick as a tree stump. Almost the entire cheerleading squad could tell you. “Nothing you haven’t seen before” my mom said when she figured out why I was speechless. She was right, when I was about 15 and started maturing rapidly there were nights when she would have nightmares and ask me to sleep with her. Of course I got to look at her.“Sorry mom just caught me by surprise, take a look at this” I handed her the paper and she read it. “Uhhh…Good job honey” she said.