" No you're not. I'm taller than you, and Claire's definitely taller than I am." I always remembered looking up at my aunt."Bullshit," came Lily's rep...y. Her brown eyes squinted harshly. "You are not taller than me." C'mere," I challenged, walking toward the mirror over my dresser. "Stand back-to-back." We backed together. I could feel her shoulder blades on mine. Our heads touched."See, I'm taller." I was trying to glance sideways at the mirror without giving a centimeter."No way. Look, my. Our house was full, with myself, my sister, and my parents already filling our three bedroom home before taking in more people. I loved having the relatives visit us, so it wasn't a problem, it just meant that my sister had to share my room for a week.That was going to prove very beneficial, as I was soon to discover. I'm eighteen, and my sister, Brynn, is not quite a year older than me. My mom got pregnant with me almost immediately after she was born. We're so close that people think we're. Not just that but she had lied to her girlfriend and that wouldn't go down at all well when she found out. Add to that the six strokes of the cane she will be getting rather than three, or even none. The day had really gone badly, she thought. Except for one thing she realised. She wasn't dreading the punishment. In fact, she was feeling the opposite to dread. She knew her nipples were taut and she felt flutters deep inside her pussy. She even reckoned her pussy lips were damp. Was she turned. The leaf might actually have caffeine, which would be a wicked coincidence to explain, but Jorie had never bothered to inquire further. He just drank the stuff.He walked into the empty commissary, relieved that he didn't have to talk to anyone. He poured some hot water and plucked a leave from the bush sitting in a flowerpot on the counter. With his back to the door, Jorie meant to ignore anyone who walked in the door.The screen door slammed and Jorie hunched over his tea, breathing the tangy.