In the past Randy had always blamed his

horniness in Sherry's presence on thoughts of some other chick he had fucked that might have crossed his mind quite by accident. Her displays of sensuous feminine flesh had seemed innocent enough in the context of the Mitchell family's sexual freedom. But taken together with Randy's sudden realization of his true feelings for his sister her behavior in the past took on a possible meaning that upset him as nothing else in his young life ever had. He realized now that it -had been Sherry herself who had stiffened his cock, just as surely as if she had grabbed it with those soft warm hands of hers. Could she have done it on purpose? The possibility was mind-boggling.

"Well, Randy, aren't you going to do anything to me?" Lisa purred. "I thought you were the boy who always took whatever he wanted on the first date."

"Huh?" Randy said vacantly, barely hearing her voice.

"Randy," she called sweetly. "It's Lisa. Remember me? I'm the girl you wanted to fuck so badly."

"Oh shit, Lisa, I…uh…I was just…just thinking…" He struggled, suddenly regaining his senses, at least partly, having completely forgotten Lisa in his inner confusion.

"Thinking?" she gasped in a mock-serious tone. "You were just thinking? Don't tell me I make you think!" she laughed wickedly. "I've never been so insulted in my life!"

"Well, uh…no…you don't make me

was just…you remind me of someone…that's all… aw, shit!" Randy stammered, unable now to even look the girl in the eye.

"Remind you of someone? Who on earth do I remind you of? I thought I Was quite unique, Randy. Who do I remind you of? Your mother? Your grandmother? What is this anyway?" she teased, torturing him mercilessly while he writhed in his embarrassment.