Even at my young age, I understood 'the chair' was completely taboo. We weren't allowed to sit in it, even when Dad was at work. Now 'the chair' had b...come an obstacle in my quest to attain that which I desired to attain.The object of my focus was round, red, and glowing. It was attached to the wall, above the back of the chair. My mother had explained to me that it was a 'night-light'. But it wasn't night, and still it was lit. She may have even mentioned that I was to leave it alone, but that. Being teenagers, sex was always a favorite topic of conversation. This day was no different.... except for the fact that they were being extremely affectionate towards each other. Again, i was naive and thought that nothing would come of this since they often teased me. Jennifer had been sitting on Becky's lap, mimicking the motion of riding someone.... and i made the comment "Man, when do i get in on this?? You've been on her lap all day!"No sooner did i finish my sentence that Jennifer stood. I sat down on the bed and peeled her panties off, caressing those beautiful globes as I did and moved her panties to my nose and breathed them in. I twisted them and wrapped them around one ankle and stretched it out and tied it to the bed post, an evil smile came on her face. I picked up her bra from the chair and tied her other ankle to the other post, her legs now spread wide.I took off my gunbelt and then my clothes and climbed up on the bed and sat on her back, facing her legs and slid my. "This is how we'll play it..." said Jenny, as they shifted into a tight circle of conspiracy.In a quiet tower room Emory prepared for the coming struggle. Calmly he lit the last of the candles that marked the outline of his ward with the slightest of waves. The ring of candles softly guttered as the air temperature in the room dropped a few degrees. Kneeling at the verge of the circle, he smoothly murmured the final incantation that completed the sealing of the ward. Brilliant rainbow-hued.