”“Hmm. Maybe Mom and Dad will go away for Spring break next year. They’re doing it this year and I’m staying with Vickie. Jeff’s going along... but I don’t want to be anywhere near him, so I asked not to go. If they do that next year, we could have the house alone, like you more or less did when they went to Myrtle Beach.”“I hope that works out,” I said.“Fucking me in Mom’s bed would be the ultimate, wouldn’t it?” she giggled.“You are bad, Stephanie Ann Adams!”“You have no idea yet, Big Bro,” she. Like a cat stalking its prey, I gently climb onto the bed. I grab your left foot and straighten out your leg then do the same thing with your right. Your legs now spread in a V-shape.My cock is fully erect and harder than it has ever been. I slide up the bed, positioning my arms near each of your shoulders and slowly lower my body till my cock is touching your right thigh. Very lightly, I start to slowly grind my cock on your thigh, rubbing up and down.You start to awaken and can feel my warm. Next I was cooking for him everynight.I hated it! I still hate it. But I can't stop. I sometimes try tofight, but it only makes it worse. I have to do it.That wasn't enough for him. I started doing whatever he said withoutquestion. I filled his car with gas, ran errands for him, straight outgave him cash. Then he finally asked me to give him a hand job.I wasn't gay! I wouldn't do something like that! But I did before Ieven realized what I was doing. I even cleaned it up for him with. .. Hell, in my whole life! You're great, and you're trying so hard to please me. It's not you, it's me." As this cliché slipped out, I inwardly cursed myself for being so chicken-shit. But I still wasn't ready to admit what the real problem was.She looked back up at me, her hair wild, her eyes filled with tears, and I couldn't help loving her, her petite form which made me feel strong, her soft yielding flesh which I could feel pressing against me. And I hated myself for loving her and yet.