And you will call me Sir.Odd. This one was demanding. Our conversation lasted over two hours, when I finally decided I needed to get to bed. He asked ...f we could meet sometime, and I told him I'd think about it, before logging off. I got up from the chair, heading to the bathroom. I needed a shower after being in that smoky lounge. I turned on the water, and slipped off my sequined tank top and denim short skirt. My nipples poked up as warm air rushed over them. I stepped out of my lacy black. Being a part of the same clique, and into the same local band, we always saw each other on weekends at concerts. I would do my best to try to catch his attention, in and out of the mosh pits. For those four years, I was never able to turn his eye or catch his attention. There was always another "more punk" and prettier girl who could. I always hated those girls... They were beautiful works of punk-rock art. I could have never come close to any of them. A few weeks after my Senior year ended, I. Sophie sat opposite watching intently as her mother basically fucked me, I could see her nipples erect through her tee shirt although she didn’t have much up top to be fair but as my gaze lowered I could clearly see her little white panties as her night shirt barely covered her, wow! what a nice sight to see while her mother is fucking me, did I forget it was my birthday. All thoughts of why I was here had disappeared and the tempo had increased as Ellie was basically bouncing up and down on. "Hey," I ventured tentatively."I hate you too," she cried, then added, "I wish you weren't my brother." Who do you wish I was?" I asked as I put an arm around her shoulder. She tried to push it off. I held her tighter."Don't, you'll get me all wet," she protested as she continued to try to escape."You're cute," I said as I engulfed her in my embrace."You're mean ... and naked ... and your cock's ugly." I love you," I answered."I hate you," Izzy cried into my shoulder. Then I let her cry as I.