Summer could be very lazy sometimes, and put on her trademark bratty pout when I suggested that she was old enough to dress herself.Not wanting her to...get in to one of her difficult moods (or I'd never be able to get her to school), I relented. I held up her blouse, beckoned for Summer to come over, and she was all smiles again. With my large hands lifting up her thin white vest, she clasped her own over her small nipples as quickly as they were exposed. It was silly, really. She doesn't even. And I know why - when I reached out for you, my nightie slid down. It caught on my nipples, but you can very clearly see my areolas. Just one more brush, one more movement and…"Are you mad?" you ask suddenly. I shake my head. "No, sweetie. It's flattering, really. Your girlfriend is very hot, and I know you guys were….doing stuff, and yet you still think about your old mother." Such an obvious fishing for compliments, I know, but you don't know that. You will learn eventually, but for now, it's. After the shock of seeing each other in our sister'sclothes wore off, we both started to laugh."You make a cute Ballerina," I giggled. "How long have you been doingthis?" A couple of weeks," he shrugged. "I saw Suzie dressed up for her lastrecital and suddenly I wanted to be a Ballerina too. She's so lucky, shegets to wear pretty stuff like this, be a Girl Scout, and has tons ofpretty clothes; I wish I could switch places with her. I had so much funwhen we were princesses, I wish we could dress. Michael was twelve while hiscousin Sarah was eleven. Michael was an only child so he enjoyed havingSarah for company; while his aunt, who was a very warm and generousperson, treated Michael like a son. But these were not the only reasonshe enjoyed staying with his aunt and cousin. Michael had a secret, andstaying with his aunt and cousin enabled him, if lucky to escape intothis secret. Today was one of those occasions.Telling his aunt that he was not feeling well and wanted to rest meant hehad.