She immediately got right up next to me and put her hand on it. I was scared confident horny all at once. She said oh my when she grazed her hand alon... the outside of my jeans. All I did was raise my shirt to show her my belt and button lined zipper. She smiled in joy as she knew what was about to happen. She opened my belt as her husband moved to the chair to watch this all unfold. She one by one bit open my pants button by button on my zipper with her mouth and one hand. After a moment she. ”“Vases of flowers and bowls of fruit were everyday objects to classic artists. What are our everyday objects?”We started a tour through the house and snapped pictures on our cell phones of things we saw. A stack of books. My car keys. The makeup tables the girls had put in one bedroom. The bed with a pile of pillows. Our mis-matched dinnerware. A pile of laundry being sorted. The spice rack in the kitchen. A laptop. A camera.Something dawned on me and I turned and snapped a picture of. I rolled over and closed my eyes again. I don’t know what had come over me, I was never one to skip school but I just couldn’t be bothered today. In my eighteen years of existence, I was always the goody two shoes, the perfect daughter one could say but today I was going to be a rebel. I started to drift off with the blazing summer sun shining through the blinds. The birds continued to sing their songs and life carried on as per usual with the odd lawnmower waking me up occasionally. However, I. I’d won a bet with my brother and the forfeit was that he needed to make me breakfast in bed. It was supposed to be a one-time event but one thing led to another and I’ve had breakfast in bed for the last five days.The first time he came into the room he was grumpy and incomprehensible. He just grunted under his breath, and for someone that was six months past his sixteenth birthday that was pretty normal behaviour. As his older sister, I’d grown out of that two years ago. He handed me the tray.