"Does your dick get hard for almost no reason at all?" I innocently inquired. He seemed rather squeamish, but reluctantly told me he did get a lot of...boners. "Do you rub yours? I know when I do it feels pretty darn good." I said. "Well..." He stammered, as he looked at the tent in my lap for the first time. "I don't touch it much because my mom always tells me it's bad." "I know what you mean," I retorted. "My mom says the same thing all the time." I scoffed, quickly shifting my eyes. “You don’t exactly have the best reputation for being patient.”“We really do mean we want to show you something,” Emma explained. “C’mon, it’s halftime anyway. You’ll be back by the start of the third quarter.”The twins then let go of my hands and skipped ahead of me toward the stairs. We passed my dad’s office on the way, and I poked my head in to check on the others. BJ was engrossed in his new toys, which included several Thomas the Tank Engine trains, and I waved both hello and goodbye when. Jenny liked Romeo and Juliet, but Guy wouldn’t wear tights. Helen of Troy was out because Guy didn’t think he’d look good compared to Brad Pitt. Guy suggested he could be Oscar Wilde, until Jenny gave him the evil eye and reminded her hubby that Oscar, although married, was a raging queen, and she was not about to go as his ‘boyfriend’ or his cuckolded wife. Jenny finally hit on the story of Sheherazade, the heroine of A Thousand and One Nights. By her own ingenuity, Sheherazade had staved off. My floral sundress had about ten buttons from the elastic waistband to the neck. I began buttoning them from the bottom, stopping when I reached the lower edge of my bra.My intention was to look sexy for my brother tonight. I went back to the head, brushed my short hair and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Tugging at the opening of my dress, I undid another button and made sure the lacy tops of my bra cups could be seen.As I headed back to the bridge, I saw my mom grinning and shaking her.