Yes, you do get to do a lot of things before your younger siblings but most of the time parents are stricter with you than they are the brother or sis...er. That is just at home. I haven’t mentioned anything when it comes to school. That’s an entirely different subject. Both good and bad as well. If you’re too good, Teachers expect more from younger siblings. It’s even more difficult if they aren’t exactly the perfect student. The bad. Sometimes, you are more over-protective of them. . I felt like a fool, and yet something about this was so exciting. I realized I was getting very turned on and couldn’t understand why.I found myself laying on a small table in the center of the room. I could see the ceiling light, and felt hands pulling my legs apart. I knew that all my private parts were on display to the other girls. “Look girls, Kristy must like this. See how wet she is.”Torri put her finger into my pussy and pulled it out covered with my juices. She waved her hand around. "Payne smiled evilly at that happy thought."I'm serious. No joking. None."Payne regarded the supercilious popinjay with a raised eyebrow. "Did you follow the naming of the battle stations?" was his cryptic reply.Toddy blinked at the apparent non-sequitur. "No. I assume they're named after fallen Navy heroes."Payne gritted his teeth. "Ralph Alpher. Hans Bethe. George Gamow."Toddy continued to draw a complete blank."The Alpher-Bethe-Gamow paper?" Payne ventured.Still no connection. Clearly, Payne. The area we moved to had only twenty to thirty houses inside this gate. They were a tight knit group. My wife and I figured they might be a little worried about some younger black people moving in. But they seemed to like us just fine. Within two days of moving in our new neighbors invited us over for dinner. We had a really good time. They were in their sixties, she was early sixties and he was later sixties. Any way after dinner I went with the man and my wife went with the woman. As we.