Why, what’s up?”“Nothing, I was just asking. Can you get me a cup of coffee please?”There it is, you see – my sister always asks me to make ...er a cup of coffee. This one will be special – I know a guy who knows a guy who gave me something which will make my sister a lot more open to this idea. We’ll find out. “Sure, I was already making myself some. I’ll bring it up to your room.”“No, no, I’ll come to the lounge. I want to watch tv.”I shrug and she follows me downstairs. I’m excited and nervous. While I waited on the group to figure out if they wanted me around them I went over to where the herd of girls by Bart was thinning out. With less female predators a few more boys came over now so this group was knocking a beach ball around. They didn’t seem to mind me hanging out with them.Probably doesn’t hurt that I’m not much more developed then the ten to twelve year old boys or even much taller.Not a single one of them even seemed to mind if it was me getting tangled up with them as I. What colour scheme do you like?"I looked at Janice and she smiled at me. We both loved pink but wereafraid to say so. Auntie Bev smiled and fingered Auntie Jamie's frillynightie."Is this the colour you like?"We both nodded shyly for Auntie Jamie's nightie was the most explosiveshade of pink that could be invented. By comparison, Auntie Bev's paleivory nightie and Uncle Penny's powder blue peignoir were conservative."Very well darlings. Pink it is. I always knew you both liked pink."Janice and I. She was a department head in sales at one of the local K-Marts. The money was good and of course she was paying on her trailer home.It finally happened. She convinced me to move in with her. Life was great. Three or four times a week we had sex. She taught me everything. Neither of us ever talked about our past experiences. I didn't have much experience since I was only nineteen when I moved here. Sheila, on the other hand, had been married; she literally taught me how to make love, not just.