Three times in the last twelve hours I had wanked myself off. It was like being a teenager all over again. That afternoon I headed to the gym and real...y pushed myself. I was full of energy and I needed a release other than wanking. After my work out, I planned a route home on my bike that also pushed me. Everything helped.My Son & his girlfriend were heading off to see friends for the weekend so I knew I had the house to myself. I planned a chicken risotto dish and did some browsing on social. You have a really really hot body. You look good. And look you have that sexy happy trail, as she giggled. I bet you get a lot of pussy don't you, she asked. I was floored at what just came out of my sisters mouth. Uh, no not really, I replied. Really, she asked surprised. Really I answered. That too bad, she said, the women don't have a clue what they're missing. We'll thanks, I said. You're welcome, she replied. So when can I move in. Whenever, I said I have the next 4 days off. Ok can I move. How dare he think her writing wasn’t a job!“Meg, that isn’t—““I may not have to go out of my home to work, like you do, and I may not have to stick my head so far up a car’s hood that I can’t see my own ass, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fucking work!” Meg interrupts, her cheeks flushing brighter, and her arms flail about.Danny hasn’t seen her this mad since before they started dating and one of their friends told her that her writing sucked. That was a bad day for the friend…and he can see. ‘What’s all this about then?’ I stammered, unsure of what exactly was happening. ‘Put those coffee mugs down before you spill them’ she said. She leaned in and picked up her mug taking a long satisfying smell of the 100% Columbian aroma before taking a sip. ‘I know you were watching us last night out by the pool’ she continued. ‘You saw everything and now we have to be sure you wont go running to the authorities.’ she finished before reaching to the coffee table and retrieving her mug. I sat.