Katie

Katie is waving at you as you pull into the driveway, and you notice that she's only gotten more attractive. Her eyes are dark brown, almost black, and very mysterious. Her body is still very tight and firm, and wish again (for probably the thousandth time) that she weren't your cousin.

"Hi John, I was visiting with your mom. How are you?" Her friendly demeanor helps you to forget about what she'd look like underneath you, getting plowed, and you respond, "That's cool. What are you up to this weekend?"

"Not too much," she says, still smiling. "But it sounds like your mom is going to Atlantic City this weekend, so you'll have the place to yourself. You going to have one of your famous parties?"

During high school, you had quite a few raucous parties, and managed to avoid any visits from the police. Now, with many of your friends of legal age, the party would probably be even more of a success. However, it would also tie you down to the house for the night.