I had just started my second drink. Smitty's was a popular dinner/dance club about ten miles North of the city's center. When I came here after colleg... this area was a cow pasture. But the city grew rapidly to the North; Smitty's was surrounded by high-rise office buildings and now this area wouldn't even be considered suburbs.It was almost eight on Friday night. Kara said she would meet me at Smitty's after work, sometime about now. Smitty's isn't very close to her office but it is close to. .I know you didn't mean to walk in on me...but could you stay for a little bit?" She said in her soft, almost melodious voice. Steve wasn't sure what to do. He loved Becca, and she was certainly great in bed, two reasons to leave the shower and pretend this never happened. But here was her hot vixen of a younger sister; naked, wet, and asking him to stay with her. It was a huge dilemma, but he managed to squeak out a low "Mhm." "Good!" Jess almost growled, and she wrapped her arms around. The only "blemish" to her was the tattoo in the small of her back. A series of five small flowers with ivy intertwining them. The common term for a tattoo in this area was "tramp stamp", and he was certain that this lady was no tramp."N ... N ... Na ... Nancy." She shivered slightly. "Please don't hurt me! Let me go, and I won't say anything about this. Please!" Tears started leaking from her eyes."Nancy. What a lovely name." He sat at the edge of the bed and traced a finger down her cheek.. . good. The whole thing was over in less than a minute. I'd hear my girlfriends talking about how good fucking was, but I thought it was better with my fingers, or my damn hairbrush."I wonder if the inventor of the hairbrush realized just how useful it would be?"But you kept doing... ?" I started."Yeah, I kept doing Brad. I mean, I was a sixth grader, he was a junior. I couldn't believe he was interested in me. After Brad was his buddy Alan. Then came his little brother Kyle. And I still didn't.