I look out her window, and from the second story, I can see the yard and the driveway. Crawling on the glass is a medium sized spider. I pick up a mag...zine, roll it up, and whack the spider.Before I can turn around, my sister comes from behind and wraps her arms around my waist in a tight hug.She's still silently crying. My sister has always hated spiders. I can smell her strawberry shampoo.Being a 14 year old male, I begin to get a hard on. I pull away and start walking back to my room.Let me. Come on, now up on your knees. She’ll certainly be at the fair.” I’d not given that fact any thought. I was going to get to see Betty. Maybe I’d get to see Gail and Linda too. I, absent minded, began stroking my erection as I thought about Betty and Lois told me to stop that because she was letting some lotion soak in. “Oops, sorry.” I felt dumb as my face got red. “Oh, that’s alright,” soothed Lois and she softly ran her fingers up and down my butt crack again pausing at my anus for gentle. All of that went to hell in a hand basket when I came home early one afternoon to find little Isabella crying in her cradle and Wendy laying in the middle of our living room, dead from what the medical examiner said was a brain aneurysm. ~~~~~~ TEN YEARS LATER Isabella, or just plain old Izzy, which is what I called her, was ten years old now and I was raising her on my own. We did okay by ourselves, and because of not only my parents, but also Wendy’s family, there was more than enough love to. I could tell that some were experienced as they enjoyed it immediately, while others were saying to take it easy because is was their first time. Oh, how I wanted to be fucking any of them. But at this point, I didn’t even know if I would get out of this alive, even get out of it.They seemed exhausted from their orgy, and sat back to drink more wine. I thought they were about to start falling asleep when one of them jumped up and said that they couldn’t crash until they set me up for the.