I was thinking about what I was going to do to help my sister overcome her fears and shyness. I figured I would just talk to her and see what see fear...d the most and go from there. When I got home, Jennifer was in the front room on the couch reading a book. As I looked at her sitting there in that big oversized t-shirt and a pair of short shorts, I realized just how attractive my little sister had become. She had all the stuff any red blooded young man could want. Her long black hair was about. Golf-six, a Timberwolf. He walked along the rows of trolleys, weaving past groups of Marines and engineers until he came across the right one.The Timberwolf was a six-wheeled scout truck designed for a crew of three. It operated ahead of the main formation, scanning for hostiles and obstacles with the help of a small drone fleet and a suite of sensors. It had a sloping, angular hull designed to help deflect enemy fire, the composite plates currently sporting a desert camo paint job. At around. I was probably wrongthough as I probably fumbled away the mood and she took me in her armsagain. I didn't complain, naturally, but she did seem a bit brusque withme that night.The next few days, Jo was different. I couldn't put my finger on it but inbed she'd lie there and sigh dreamily. Finally I asked her what the matterwas. She didn't reply, but then added in a rush. "I don't know!" Then shetossed and turned a little. "Well? I just would like to DO things for her,you know what I mean?" Huh?". "Nothing, Daddy, it's just - well, I think it's nasty to be doing - that - to a man's - penis!" A man thinks it feels really good. That's why she's doing it. She seems to like it."Missy frowned slightly.Bob continued, "If you think it's nasty, then I guess you wouldn't do it, huh?"Missy shrugged. "Well, I don't know. If I really loved somebody, I would - probably."Time to go in for the kill, Bob thought. "Would you do it for Daddy?"Missy whipped her head around to look at him. "Daddy, that.