He smiles at her as he reaches with one hand and opens her blouse her large breasts spring free her nipples already engorged as his fingers play over ...hem, she opens her eyes briefly to see the truck drivers giving her appreciative looks, she pushes a button and reclines back in her seat to give everybody a better view, hitches up her dress her feet on the dashboard placed as far apart as she can, his fingers trace down her body she pulls he lips open and his fingers slide in her wetness . ..“What was that?” she said.We both scanned the immediate area for signs of being disturbed, our heads jerking from side to side.“Shit, a dog!” my sister hissed.The dog was followed by the emergence of a whole family carrying a blanket, a football and a picnic basket. One playtime was just beginning, the other playtime had just come to an abrupt end. We cycled back home. I consoled myself with the knowledge that a bath for my sister would be on the cards when we got home.A few weeks passed.. ”Julie pursed her naturally and remarkably red lips.“Kendra, I’ve asked you not to use that word around me.”“Sorry, old habit.” I sighed into my hands. “I wish we could just do a spread sheet. It’d be quicker and we wouldn’t be screwing up so much.”“Quit whining.”“Yes, dear.” I looked up at her. She was staring at me with those wonderfully big, brown eyes, and I realized that she knew that I meant what I just said.“Julie, I’m sorry. I...” I stammered.For the last three days we had been close. I looked around the room and realized that so many of Claire's classmateshave already married in the two years since they left Smallville High. Atleast half of them already have a child (there were three crawling acrossthe floor or cradled in their mother's laps), and a couple of them havetwo. Jonathan and I didn't marry until we were in our mid-twenties, butit seems like young people are growing up faster than ever these days.While the girls were partying at home, the boys were out on the town.