I had no doubt that each of them would make a wonderful wife and mother, but each represented a far different life. At fifteen, I had no idea which li...e I wanted. My parents had an odd relationship that I had never figured out. What I was certain of was that I would never be anything like them.In fact, if I was going to be like anyone, it would be Melanie’s parents. They were the most accepting, open-minded, loving parents I knew. What concerned me there was that even with that, Melanie had. It was then that she made an untimely glance at the mirror and saw me under the bed. There was nowhere to hide, I was busted big time. I casually escaped from under the bed and out of the room much to the disgust of Lilly. FUCK, This was a disaster! Was she gonna tell Mom? I decided to hot foot out of the house returning a couple of hours later.I decided to shower and once there remembered that moment I had seen my sister masturbating in her room. My dick got hard at the littlest gust of wind. I decided that I would do the breaking up before she could do it. It was an ego thing. I would feel better saying that I had dumped her instead of hearing people say that she had dumped me. We had a date for Saturday, and I decided that it would be our last. I would tell her that it was over. I’d be a little crass about it and tell her I had found someone who would put out for me. It would be a lie, but she wouldn’t know it.That plan went into the trash can at nine-fifteen on Saturday morning.. ’ That’s not us.This school fascination? You don’t need it. How many times were you in school and just wishing you could be somewhere, anywhere else?”She shrinks and shrugs. But the answer was ‘often’.“Exactly. Why go back when you don’t have to? All of these rules don’t apply to us. Deep down inside, you, the real you has been clamoring to get out. Now you’re becoming a woman, and the woman you are wants to live. She wants to breathe life and enjoy herself. Now that you’re here, you can. We.