" I giggled. "Sandy and I are your cheerleaders." Yeah, now all you need are those cute outfits." What's the matter with what we wear?" I asked."Um, n...thing's wrong with what you two wear," Kevin said.I grinned and said, "I'm going to get a soda, want one?" Sure if you don't mind."I unfolded my legs, placed my hands on the floor in front of me, and started to get up. I could almost feel my brother's eyes staring at my breasts as the shirt gapped. It was all I could do to keep from giggling.My. “I heard you don't NEED alc0hol to do that.” but shesaid it in a friendly way.“Fuck you.” I said laughingly.“Yah, you'd like to.”I blushed again, even with the alcohol lowering my inhibitions.I looked down at my glass and sipped my vodka and cranberry juice.We each made a couple of trips to the bathroom,talked, laughed, giggled. joked.I was so happy.Finally we cleaned up, I walked her to the door and hugged for a second .She had a troubled look on her face.I asked her what was wrong.She looked. No other kids her age lived on her street, and Cindy paid little attention to what was going on around her. All of the houses were set back, totally screened from the street by trees and bushes planted just for that purpose. It almost felt like living in the country. The ambiance was great, but Cindy would have been willing to live in a more crowded area if it would have meant she could have some friends closer by. The good thing about Thursday afternoons was that Cindy could spend at least a. I tried to reach her inner thigh, but her legs were too close together. ‘Open your legs for me.’ ‘No!’ She tossed her head back and forth, yet her arm remained pinned alongside her head where I had left it, it’s fingers still trying to close while invisible strings pulled it open. ‘Every moment, every second, that side of you… that side that gets turned on doing whatever I say, is getting stronger. You can feel it. It’s turning you on. It’s taking you over. You want to do whatever I say because.