. but a pile of hash browns ... yeah ... with Texas Pete ... no tobasco. Two rashers of soft bacon ... not crisp. Buttered toast to sop up the runaway.... A big water glass of mango orange juice.Sure, I could eat it all and wash it down with coffee.But ... I’d settle for coffee and toast.A step and movement at the hatch.“Ah ... you’re awake,” he said.Two mugs of steaming coffee, one in each hand. How he managed to keep them level with the rocking and rolling his boat was doing I’ll never know.. The dress was almost as tight as a layer of Saran Wrap and my dream girl was now a walking sex fantasy. I am sure my reaction must have shown on my face because I remember the way she was smiling at me when I escorted her to the car. I had worked very hard for the past few years to be able to buy my own car. Unlike a lot of my pals who drove heaps, my car was only a few years old and in immaculate condition. There wasn’t a speck of rust or dirt on it, I had made sure it sparkled the day before. I sat down at the table with a cup of coffee and a wide grin. "Hey Sis, would you like me to get another movie for Friday night? Or watch "our" movie," I smiled lustfully."Oh, I'm sorry sweetie, but I have a date with Dexter."I could feel the blood drain from my face. It seemed as if she had stuck a pin in my balloon. Amazingly, I had forgotten all about Dexter in the last several days. The jerk, I thought and felt my anger building. "What about Saturday night?" I asked, trying to keep the. She had watched me masturbate three times. Olivia sat on the bed with her head down. I was stunned. “Olivia, why?” She was barely able to speak. In a soft, fearful voice she said, “I am sorry. I was just curious about boys and one night I heard you making noise. I knew you could look into the room from the closet and I went up there and when I looked through I saw you, um, masturbating. I just could not stop watching and stayed there until you went to bed. Then the next time you were.