This was the place. my heart pounded in my chest as I fixed my hair in the rearview mirror, grinning sheepishly at myself. I grabbed my bag and steppe... from the car, closing the door. As soon as my door slammed shut, the cabin door creaked open. I wondered if they had seen me fixing my hair and steeling my nerves before I had exited the car. "Be cool, Scott. Just be fucking cool," I assured myself as I reached the short set of stairs leading up to the front door. Before I could climb the first. .." My eyes shut, letting the sensation take my focus.Janet picks us up from school every day, only it's just me on Tuesdays and Thursdays when Allyson has late practice. Those days have become my skirt-and-pretty-panties days so Janet can easily access and enjoy my body as long as she wants to. We only do this and she never asks for anything in return. I've never had sex before her. I experimented a little with girls, diddling under the covers, just minor stuff. Janet has been married a long. He was a big, big boy and nobody wanted to mess with him. He made it known when Chrissy was just a freshman that any guy who messed with his sister sexually was dead meat. Period. He was encouraged in this attitude by his father. Chrissy had no mother to intercede for her. Her mother had run off with a biker gang when Chrissy was only three.The end result of all this "protection" by her father was that he had erred in his judgment - seriously erred.For, you see, Chrissy had no experience with. But these were just orgasms; nice, and satisfying, but not the powerful, mind blowing experiences that she had read about and dearly wanted to experience. There was always this nagging sense that there was more sex to experience and enjoy. Ann came home late one Saturday night, very horny and needing some male attention. Her boyfriend and two of his friends were sitting in the living room watching football. Judging by the number of empty beer cans, the three had been drinking for some time. .