Dad was never in the picture. We had the house to ourselves.We sat at opposite ends of the sofa which was our usual spot. As I’d grown taller over t...e years, our legs were now halfway towards each others’ crotch. We shared the old comforter between us. Thankfully, the comforter didn’t reach all the way up Nel’s chest so I had plenty of chances to stare at her round tits.On this night, we were laughing and flipping through the channels. The ones we didn’t pay for on cable would be scrambled but. Stick's announcement indicated either that he wasn't, or he was being nice, one or the other.Mary just turned on the stereo without any further evaluation than a sigh of relief. One good thing about putting on music: Her mother was even less likely to bother her if she heard the stereo running, as she hated just about everything out there these days. She'd also probably assume she was alone... Mary spent a lot of time alone in her room; her parents' activities -- or lack of them -- just didn't. I loved it that he called my cunt “her.” How can I be proud of my slit? He was different. His eyes never held a moment of possessiveness or lust, just wonder. I had a difficult time making sense of what his face revealed to me.My hand involuntary moved downwards to cover my shame. What the fuck was happening to me? Was I suddenly ashamed of the nudity of my sex? Why?He gently lifted my hand from my slit and softly kissed my pussy. It was just a peck, but I could feel a warm glow penetrating my. He takes off his jacket and hangs it up.“‘Mostly, ‘“ I repeat.I guess my tone or my expression gives me away, because he walks over to squeeze my shoulder.“Don’t be so glum, it’s really pretty good.”He leaves his hand there, and I reach up to touch it. “OK, sit down and tell me,” I say.“I started at the station where you were gassing up. Went to the attendant, told him I’d heard something about a carjacking a couple of days ago, and what happened?”“And?”“I got lucky, two ways. First, the same.