”“Cool. Maybe I’ll see you when you come home; if you want to, I mean, and I’m not bothering you.”There was something strange about the way ...he was always asking me if coming to see me was OK. This was one of those times where I would have told my mom I totally didn’t understand girls, because I didn’t understand why she’d ask if it was OK after she said she’d like to see me. It was weird. I wondered if it had to do with her sister, and not wanting to be like her.“Can I ask you. She was wearing jeans and a yellow blouse.I, too, steeled myself and made a split-second decision. This was a rare opportunity. "Of course I want to look," I said. "I love watching women piss. It's actually one of my special turn-ons." That was it. She was going to freak, or she was going to like it.I guess she liked it, because she pulled her pants all the way off, with her panties and her slip-on shoes, tossing them a good ten feet away. "Shit, I'm leaking," she said. "Here, I'll give you a. .after 10 pm now.....when the doorbellrings at Aunt Joann's now sparkling clean home.The door opens...the two sisters great each other with a softkiss...."Oh Joan i am so sorry you had to keep michelle so long but youknow how my office can be"....Aunt Joann smiles, softly holding Mother'shands....."your sissy son was no problem dear, I hope you dont mind butI did put her thru her paces and made some changes she seems to justlove!" The two women step into the front room...."Let me call. You know he'd be here if he could be." I know, but it was going to be our first New Year's together." Darren had never seen Cassie so openly emotional.Tim chose just that moment to yell out, "Twenty seconds!"Darren turned his head and whispered, "Kiss her right cheek. I'll do the left. Then..." He felt Stephanie nod."Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six," the whole crowd chanted. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One!"Darren tasted the tear as he kissed Cassie's cheek. Then he turned and Stephanie captured his.