The kitchen smells of the barbecue sauce we made last night. Catherine turns eighteen today, old enough to enter the lottery, but she is the smartest ...of us. She aced all her tests and has earned meat classification A. Her number only enters the lottery on the official holidays, New Year, Memorial Day, 4th of July, Labor Day, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. The whole family and a bunch of friends and neighbors will turn out for her party and coming of age barbecue.I will be the pig at the feast.I. I blacked out for the merest of moments, dreamt of orchards in the twilight, peace and serenity, a haven far away from the horror of my reality. The drug pulled me back quickly to meet the destruction of my next tooth. Once they were all gone, and I was only a piece of wounded meat, shivering on the edge of catatonia, the tube was rammed in again sparking a swift supernova of agony as it scraped across all those open stumps and my breathing became a hissing wheeze through the metal. The. ”Auntie Rita then raised her high heeled feet and placed them on either side of her nephew’s head and slowly scooted up his chest to moved her pussy closer to his face"John, look at this." She said huskily. He had no choice as she hovered her wet sex above his face. She was exposed to him. His eyes couldn't help but stare. As he did, she reached down and pulled her lips aside, revealing her inner pussy to her nephew’s leering eyes. John’s eyes grew wide. Her pussy was perfect. Just a little bit. However, Ethan isn’t close with Morgan like I am. ‘You remember that?’ he grins, pulling out onto the street. ‘Of course,’ I giggle once more and he turns his gaze to me. His piercing blue eyes twinkle gently. ‘You’ve grown up quite a bit since then.’ he observes. He nervously fiddles with a spot on his fingernail, meticulously avoiding my gaze. ‘It’s difficult to believe you’ll be twenty-five.’ ‘Don’t remind me,’ I roll my eyes, and he flashes me an incredible, confident smile. ‘You have a.