"It's great to be back sis," I said.I placed my cane and duffel bag in the back seat. I hugged her back. I was honorably discharged from my actions in...Iraq, and I was done with my tour of duties. I no longer have to leave for another tour again. I received a Purple Heart for taking a bullet to my thigh. That's why I need the cane to support me when I walk. My sister started the car and started to drive to her apartment.As we were driving she asked me a lot of questions. Like how I was doing,. Kimberly, no Corecia, said that they were fucking and sucking Black men!! Marci wanted Black sex but it didn’t sound like they were sucking and fucking boyfriends, it sounded like they were whores!! That couldn’t be true. Kimberly would never be a whore!! She said that they were owned!! But nobody could be owned anymore! Slavery was illegal. But they were wearing collars around their necks! Those were slave collars!! But they seemed happy. Shouldn’t slaves resent being slaves?She stuttered,. It seemed that being a horny slut ran in the family. "Fine, but if anything happens that you don't like, come tell me. Okay?" She nodded. I turned back to the computer and a plan to turn this to my advantage began to form in my mind. It only took me about a week and a half to gather up everything I needed to pull it off. Things were tense around the house for everyone. Dad seemed intent on bickering with Mom over any little thing. Mom wasn't exactly avoiding me, but I think she was having a. Troy is the sixteen-year old brother of one of my best friends, Lucy.I had discovered sex, which meant, masturbation, when I was nine while taking a bath. I got really clean, really clean.After that, my first sexual intercourse was also with a sixteen-year old boy and while I had nothing to compare, I thought it was pretty good. I loved it, couldn't get enough.Then, we broke up and I targeted Troy who would hit on me some when I was over at Lucy's.He was cute, funny, kind of sexy in an off-beat.