When I was eleven years old, my mother, sister and I separated from mygrandmother and moved to a new house in another neighborhood. That was asignific...nt moment in my life, not because of the move but because of theconsequences it had and the things it allowed me to experience.In order to support us my mother had to work all day and that meant that,being in a new school and neighborhood, my sister and I spent most of ourafternoons alone at home. It was really hard for me to make new friends,as. My sister came home and entered the room. She didn’t switch on the light. She closed the door and came to bed. She thought me as her husband sleeping in their room.Sis: Honey are you asleep?I was in deep sleep and I didn’t hear a word.Sis: Honey, wake up.She tried to wake me up thinking that I was her husband. But I didn’t budge. She started to speak.Sis: Darling, today I caught a student who brought a sex storybook to the school. I took it from him and I read a story. Now I am very horny. You pull me close to you kissing my neck and you whisper Do you like it? I love it I whisper back but I don’t think I want it on and you smile Don’t worry it won’t be. You slide your hand across the negligee and squeeze my breasts, I moan in excitement. My nipples are hard, you pull back the negligee and kiss my breasts, putting a nipple in your mouth while moving me towards the bed. You lay me down on the bed and keep kissing my neck while I unbutton your shirt. I want to feel your skin. Shestopped and placed the tweasers on the counter top. "Stand up," shebarked. Frankie, startled, quickly stood up facing her."Now she said," her voice rising, "I want you to parade your panty-covered ass right on down that hallway. And go stand in front of themirror."His heels clicked on the wood floor as he walked down the hall the fewfeet towards the full-length mirror on the closet door. The ribbonstrailing from the bow on the back of his panties danced over the layersof lace that covered.