About ten years ago, in the early June of 2006, something strangehappened to me that carried on all throughout high school. It was a warmspring night ...on Cape Cod at my Junior/Senior high school. The talent showwas going on, and everyone was turning up. They were mostly coming becausethey wanted to see the senior band Blue's last performance. I, on the other hand, was not even a freshman. I was in eighth grade, andwith my friends was in a band called "Crapshoot" by most seniors, afterseeing us. I accidentally scratchedacross my chest with my new long nails and I was surprised to find thatmy nipples were hard and I couldn't resist reaching up and teasing themboth with my pearly nails.I didn't say a word as she fastened a cape around me and proceeded toapply some sort of lotion to my hair. I had a suspicion that she wasapplying some sort of coloring but I didn't ask and, sure enough, whenshe washed it out after about fifteen minutes my mousy brown hair was nowa deep auburn. Of course. Maine kuch nahi kaha. Chachi uthi aur boli thodi pith ko bhi massage kar do. Aisa keh k chachi apni nighty utar di. Chachi ko bra aur panty main dekh k mere hosh udd gaye. Chachi bed pe ulti so gayi, maine oil pith pe dala to chachi boli bra kaa hukh to khol do anil. Maine wo bhi khol diya chachi ne bra nikali aur baaju main rakh di. Mera lund puri tarah tan gaya tha main usse adjust karne laga to chachi palti aur meri pant k bottons kholte hue boli nikal do kyu usse adjust kar rahe ho. Mujhe. For some reason, that thought made me a bit aroused and I realized I had left the house without panties. I felt myself blushing and I looked out the window for inspiration about what to say to Mike. “You must be very proud of your nephew, Mike.” I ventured. He smiled tightly and stared ahead. “What is your favorite sexual position, Krys?” he asked me. “What?!” I said. “You heard me.” “That’s a little forward, don’t you think?” my voice had gotten high. He shrugged. “Maybe. Answer the question..