Cursing the weather one more time I let myself in the frontdoor. And heard voices. Oh great, I thought, visitors. The day was just get...ing better andbetter. What next? An atom bomb? Worse! It was, Jeff , one half of the sweetas apple pie couple that lived next door. Five minutes with those two wouldguarantee a place in heaven and a mouthful of cavities. Even routine ol’Michelle would be in dire need of rescuing by now, I thought. But better herthan me. Grinning to myself. The resemblance of the object to imaginary rockets was only superficial. My object had no markings, no wheels, no nozzles or vents or anything else that might suggest engines, and no antennae or knobs or other protrusions. Nothing marred the clean metallic surface. It didn't even seem to have been damaged by its passage through the trees; no scratches or dents. Neither did there appear to be any way of entering or leaving it, at least not on the part I could see, for it had no doors or hatches. Growing up I shared a room with my younger brother, and at night I would lie and listen and watch as he wanked himself, his bed illuminated by the street lamp, my own in the darkest part of the room, I also enjoyed the pleasure of masturbation, but unknown to him.It got to be as I entered my puberty, I would let him view me naked, knowing my nudity would give him a reason to wank, and in my corner pretending to sleep, I would enjoy the fact I could trigger his urges for me.Then a new room was. Suddenly my aunt shouted in anxiety and sis asked “ kya hua dii “ she said “ kuch nahi “ and left the table then after having dinner we 3 were sleeping on bed (it was a big bed almost 4 can sleep at a time ) and watching the T.V . I was sleeping behind my aunt. And I could see her partially naked then slowly iept my hand on her back and was teasing her she was in a great mood and very hot but she just pushed my hand back then after some time her sis and kid were asleep then she got up and went.