She made a big mistake marrying Dad, though. Daddy is all business, all work and no play. He acts as if he doesn't think much of my mom, and that's ju...t wrong, she is the strong beautiful woman who raised us; Dad hardly even knows us. Dad is all business and Dad's business is all business. As such, he did not have Halloween off. To compensate, or to torture the families of employees, its hard to say which, Dad's business hosted a Halloween party to which Dad and his coworkers would bring their. "I fast walk to keep up with her. For such a small woman she was fast. "New Comer meeting?"She smiles and turns left."A meeting all about you sweetheart. Trust me, it's not as scary as it sounds. This is..."I space out and think for a second. A New Comer meeting...all about me...what was there to talk about?Fingers snapping in my face brings me back to earth. I see an annoyed Kelly staring back at me. "Stay with me dreamer girl. This room is called 'The Closet'. It has every record of every. We hurried back to the farm house and her bed. After supper, we did some planning and she sent out invitations to all of her suitors while I visited the local tavern and hired the resident trollop, a woman of some years and much experience. The three men arrived, all but panting and glowering at each other, the next afternoon, after I had installed my frowzy doxy in a small bedroom and told her what her job was to be."Don' you want a sample?" she asked, lifting a plump boobie up to me, its. My stepsister Jessica wasn’t exactly to die for, but she was easy on the eyes. She was a few inches shorter than me, had soft light brown hair that was almost blonde, and green eyes. She had a nice pair of B cup tits that were growing in, and she stayed fit by playing volleyball with the local neighborhood group that was always down at the park near the house. We were like the typical stepbrother and stepsister. Pretty much acting like family and always annoying each other. It’s what brothers.