?It's okay John,? Vicky said, then turned to Bambi. ?As a matter of fact mydear, with the body I was by some chance blessed with, I've just sort of le...rnedto deal with having guys jerk off to me. I'm proud and comfortable of my bodyand of my sexuality, Bambi, not ashamed or embarrassed. When you become a matureadult you might understand, darling.? The two constantly bickered and argued and screamed and slammed doors andbroke things for the next three days when they were both at home without. She never does that, not with the lights off anyway, I figured something had happened and she was upset. As a part of my big brother intuition I went to her door and knocked lightly. No response. So I turned the handle and cracked it slowly as my sister was prone to throw things if she was mad. What I seen next had shocked me.My little sister was masturbating and it was all on display. I immediately wanted to close the door and run to my room, grossed out by what I seen. However, I was drawn in. “Give me your money,” he demanded. “Or I’ll hurt you.”“I’ve got a better idea. Get the fuck out of my way and I won’t hurt you,” I said staring at him. Neither of us moved for several minutes. Finally he stepped away. Yes it was a stupid thing to do. There was nobody I needed to impress, but he obviously felt he had something to prove.“Old man, you don’t get it. This is my turf and you gotta pay the toll to travel through,” he demanded.The boys were all lined up in front of me. Fuck it I. " I heard him whisper between kisses as he stood up. He fairly floated to our workstation; I stopped by the door and got his forgotten books.Alex — Fourth PeriodI may not have seemed like the type, but I liked reading. I didn't do much of it during football season but I tried — too much time reading playbooks or in the gym. I liked classics, and truth be known, I kind of leaned toward the romantic crap — Austin, Bronte, Tolstoy — because, well just because and that's all. I wasn't nearly as big.