I was supposed to tell you about my actual first time, with someone other than myself, right? And I already told you who that was. My not-really-a-cou...in. First off, let me clear some things out.We aren't really related. She is the daughter of my uncle's second wife. His first marriage didn't last long. I never even met his first wife. Fortunately he quickly found a replacement for her. His second wife had a daughter from her previous marriage. A really hot daughter... Her name is... let's. He turned her head using her hair as a bridle and marched her back to the bedroom. James threw Tabitha onto the bed and shut and locked the door behind them.“It’s payback time you little whore,” James said as he stood at the edge of the bed and eyed her nakedness. He began to undress, first pulling his polo over his head, and then kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his pants. Sliding his jeans off his hips and legs he stepped out of them leaving them in a pile on her bedroom floor. He stood. I loved when my sister would take a shower. That’s when I could often see her naked. Somehow, I would find some kind of excuse to go in there while she was taking one. I always knew when to go in; I listened to the sound of the shower water pouring down. When there was no sound of splashing anymore, I always knew she was getting ready to turn the knob to turn the water off. That’s when I would go in and often, I caught her with the shower door open stepping out as she grabbed the towel to dry. ..Mamma was always there, except when she was at work. Most of the time, she was busy with me – making sure I got food, getting me to do homework, cleaning the house and trying to get me to help, washing my clothes, helping brush my hair, making sure I brushed my teeth. But we also talked. She'd ask about school, and try to help with my homework. She'd ask me about my dreams when she woke me up in the morning. She talked to me and read to me if she was home at bedtime, but that was only a few.