"This is a NICE kitchen, baby." Me 'n' Dan. Wanted a good kitchen to cook in. I'm the worst cook in the bunch, but I'm learning." I got her a glass of...ice from the fridge door and poured her a Coke, then fixed myself one.She slid into a chair in our breakfast nook."Damn, Cindy, this place is NICE!" Dan's very good at what he does. One of the best. We started a business with our friends. It makes money. Hard work. Money." It never worked like that for me, baby," she said. "Cindy..." Mom." I. Strangely, I like the guy, even if he is a lawyer.Anyway, back to the subject at hand. I am one of those nerds that the jocks like to torment. They don't do anything to violate the school's zero-tolerance policy, but they do a lot of slapping us nerds on the back while saying things like, "Hello, old buddy. You're looking great!" Of course that slap has around 200 pounds of beef and muscle behind it, so you can imagine what the recipient feels like when he picks himself up off the floor. The. The couches were public space and wouldn't be as 'out of the way' as they may have originally thought. But both older girls just shrugged."And I'll make it up to you. I'll cook. I'll clean. I'll pull my weight. Please?"I sighed. Little warnings in Dawn's voice about how Paige latched onto me before; "leeched off me" as she put it. But I couldn't think of any concrete reason not to let her hang around. Clearly, she was a lost, frightened girl, looking for something supportive and stable around. Shannon and I fucked like the lesbians we saw on videos stolen from her brother, assuming a scissoring position and rubbed our cunts together until we both came. She grinded her cunt down into mine with a furious passion. We had to subdue our shrieks and moans because there were others in her house. But the time came to confess to dad of confiding to Shannon. He was initially paniced by this and a little angry. I didn't blame him, but I told him that I totally trusted her to keep our secret.