"Hey, you alright?" Vicky asked, looking concerned."Yeah just got a little bruise on my arm," I said."Those jerks yesterday?" she said, looking angry....Not directly, but that's where I got most of it." How do you mean?" Well, Lisa helped me to my feet a little over-enthusiastically." Let me see." She got a strange cold look on her face."She didn't mean it. She just doesn't know her own strength yet," I said defensively.She gave me a glare and I rolled up my sleeve to show her. Her eyes went. A few minutes later, they came back with two serving carts loaded with our plates and condiments.Whitney served me first, and pressed a piece of note paper into my hand. I looked up at her and she was smiling as she nodded, motioning for me to read the note.“Your sister asked me to give you this.” She leaned close and whispered.‘Jerry, hurry and eat, then come back here. There are some urgent matters we need your help with. We also need three more white shirts from the bus’I looked up at. Some part of me feels guilty about it every time I walk up to her- that she might be able to see those thoughts written out across my face as plain as day. Or was she just being nice to me? Would that be so bad, for someone to just want to be nice to me for once? Thinking that always made me feel all the more guilty though for dreaming about touching her the way that I do. Carrie was so sweet, so pretty.. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t ask her why she did what she did. I could barely. "Mmm, that feels so nice, Henry," Kirstin murmured. "Don't you like touching your stepsister's cunt?"That caused more movement below Henry's waist. When he'd arrived at his dad and stepmom's house a few hours earlier to check up on the place while they were out of town, he'd found Kirstin in the family room with a dildo in her pussy. And he'd fucked her. The knowledge that he'd fucked his stepsister, that he'd crossed that line, was a total turn-on. And so was hearing the word "cunt" from that.