Something stirred in me. Energy. My cock throbbed even harder behind my jeans. "Uh oh, who died?" Aunt Emma asked, her face serious. She stopped...sipping her coffee. "Zander and I are having sex." Mom practically blurted out, as if telling her sister that it was cloudy outside. "Say what?" Emma exclaimed, disbelief in her expression ... and ... was that intrigue? It was. So Aunt Emma really was like me and Mom, after all. I felt a bolt of relief shoot through me. "Bullshit, I. This was the furthest she’s been from home, this was probably the most she’s ever disappointed her parents, and in her hurry to escape the fire, she forgot to put decent clothes on. The lonely teen was wearing baggy pink pajamas and very open tank top from her father-daughter movie night the night before, the skirt had a visible cum stain. A cool breeze passed by, giving Allia goose bumps as well as stiffening her dark young nips. After her senses came back, she got a sense of her. ‘You weren’t worried about me, were you big brother?’ Jill asked with a grin. ‘Didn’t I kick your ass enough when we were kids for you to know that I can take care of myself?’ ‘There’s a big difference,’ Jason commented gruffly, ‘between wrestling with me and dodging shrapnel.’ Jill felt his eyes lingering over the couple of new scars on her face and reddened under his stare. The marks weren’t anything too noticeable, a few small cuts on her cheek and forehead from an unexpected IED that her. Cameras and camcorders flashed as the Huntington Hall delegation made their way to into the main part of campus and crossed the stadium parking lot. The RA's began directing the marching residents to sing the university hymn as the group passed through one of the main gates. It was an impressive show for Huntington Hall, one that left the director very pleased.Once inside the stadium, Cecilia led the four runners to the football field while the other dorm residents filed into a reserved area in.