And without a chance to question where he was, a towering figure emerged, made of monolithic limbs made of gears and vast intricate mechanisms beyond ...is understanding. Brushing past long thick hair revealing a face that smirked at James, he had a feeling this a goddess"James... I'm sure you were very pleased with yourself. However... this won't stand. And so I curse thee. From this day forward you will always be inferior to girls. Nothing you do will ever change this. You cannot escape." The. What you bout to do,” Boston asked.“I’m going to relax. You wanna come over?”“What we gon’ do?”“Relax. Talk. Have a drink?”“Whatchu got to drink on ?”“I have some gin, some Crown, and some Bud Light.”“You tryna get a nigga drunk.”“No I’m not. You asked what I had. I just told you. You wanna come over?”“What if I wanna fuck,” quizzed Boston.“Then you can fuck me,” CiCi replied matter-of-factly.“Shit…I dunno. I wanna come over. But damn…”“But what?”“I’m scared.”“Scared of what?”“Scared I might. I began to probe my clit and waves of pleasure began to run through me. “Oh shit.” My body began to shudder. “Fuck.”“Wow. That’s the hottest thing I have ever seen!”I quickly opened my eyes and saw my brother Mark had pulled across the shower curtain and was watching my play with myself.“Mark!” I screamed covering my breast “You fucking creep.”“What?” Mark grinned “I had to piss.”“You should have gone to the bathroom in the basement!” I snapped“But then I would have missed you playing with you. She would come to the parties and was a welcome addition to the group. Fun loving and outgoing. On several occasions when she had been drinking and we found ourselves alone she would get all giggly and touchy with me. Nothing inappropriate though. On this occasion the party was at our house. We lived in an older subdivision, all dirt roads built around the end of a long narrow lake. The party was the usual, drinking, dancing, talking, just having a good time. I had a small motorcycle, a 100c.