And her unit smelled rather stale and unappetising."Well, hi to you, too, little sister; are you going to keep me standing on the doorstep all night ......?" Oh god, Scott ..." she replied, "Why are you ....I don't know what to ..." she paused, and I was astonished to see her looking embarrassed, uncertain, and, most startling of all, terrified."Scott, you can't ... I mean what are you doing here?" But before I could answer, she continued, "No, Scott you mustn't ask ... Oh, hell, I don't know. This was the start of a whole new weekend sleepover! I’ll admit I’d gotten used to having her complete chores and her help with errands, but I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed her teenaged sex drive! Her young, innocent eager to please, do any chore or crappy job around the house was OVERNIGHT replaced with her desire to be noticed, maybe even sexually desired. She was curious, and I could definitely see the wonder, sex, all over her. I thought about myself at that age, the older sister,. " Sounds lovely," I replied. "Can I come and get ready at your place early?" Why don't you just get dressed at your place, I'm sure you have a cocktail dress or something you could wear then you could pack an outfit for later," Steve insisted.I stammered back, "But I never, have been out before." Listen you could easily pass, plus it's not like you are going to be out. Just in your car till you get here. I really want you to come, I have a little surprise for you."I finally reluctantly agreed,. “Hey, what’s up. You don’t have to ask permission to talk. Just jump in like everyone else does.”“If ... uh ... Rebeca isn’t going to Kentucky ... I mean ... Would you have room for me to ride along?”“Really? Isn’t your mom driving?”“It’s been a little tense this weekend. She doesn’t see it as being important for her to drive me all the way to Kentucky when we’ve already shot and released our video.”“Cindy, if your mom will give permission, we’d be happy to have you with us in the truck and for.