. those without brains weren't missed.Wendolyn Wanzor Austin the fourth ... or IV as was written on her birth certificate ... was an unadventuresome s...ul, a parsimonious homebody. As different as her progenitors as night is to day.At twelve, now that she had the watch, Ivy continued with her education ... never excelling but never failing. Ivy was average. She took great pains to BE average. Average clothes ... better than Wallyworld but not Neiman Marcus ... Sears, JC Penny, or Wards and from. "Oh damn," she sighed. "Damn, damn, damn. Now I've done it again."I rolled her to her back, reared above her and enjoyed myself at some length despite the rope bed's complaints. It took a good bit of time and nearly brought the bedstead down, but she finally responded, kicking her legs toward the ceiling and climaxing again and again before I pumped out my aching ballocks into her grasping cunny. She milked me dry, and I collapsed beside her, breathing like a broken racehorse."You are," she. It almost worked, if my selfish lust hadn't been exceeded by my love and care for her. I just couldn't enjoy this self-destructive habit of her. I had to try again.I had learned the hard way that Deanne wouldn't listen to me, so I decided I needed help to keep her from getting wasted again. The next Friday, I was going to enlist the help of her best friend Lynn. As usual she came to pick Deanne up around ten. I waited for my sister to go to the bathroom, so we'd be alone for a minute.“Could I. I was pretty sure that I was easily identifiable asMegan. There was no way that he would believe I suddenly had an identicaltwin sister or something. I didn't know what to say."Brett?" he asked again. He still looked confused.I sighed. There wasn't any way I would be able to convince him I wasn'tBrett. "What do you want, Johnny?" I knew it!" he exclaimed, the confusion leaving his face. "What are youdoing dressed as a girl? Who's Megan?" It's a long story," I told him. "What do you want?" No,.