Mom leaves the house about 8am every day and my sister rouses around 9 or so during the summer months to hang out with friends, go shopping or whateve... else she does.My sister has always been the popular one. She’s 5’5 about 120lbs with medium length brown hair and hazel eyes.A lot of the guys seem to drool over her, though I never really paid much attention. After all, she is my sister.I did notice that she has such a solid build. She dances a lot and does the whole cheerleading thing.I’m not. The set was far from cheap, but I figured they were reasonable like me. "Not cheap, but reasonable," I always said. I opted for a gas dryer since I could get that done easier than an Electric one. The bill for them was going to hit $700 at least. I could live with that I suppose. It would take a lot of weeks of washing but eventually it would pay for itself, I hoped.After the trike race the next morning, I hung around the house looking for demolition projects on line, or making calls still. Bridget was one of those young teenage bitches who wanted everyone to think she was something far more than she really was.What finally got Bridget in serious trouble in her senior high school year was when she began to tell stories on other girls in the school that were not only not true, but that were actually embarrassing. Bridget for some reason had decided to try building herself up by telling lies and distortions about other girls, and that was when one of the girls that she'd lied about. Susan put her arm around Vern and looked up at him expectantly.Maria was more direct. She walked up to stand in front of Peter and reached behind her neck, pulling the knot of her halter dress. It came loose and dropped to her waist, leaving her breasts bare. A wriggle of her hips and she was standing before him wearing only a black thong. She looked at Peter and said, “Well?”Peter took Maria in his arms, kissing her lips and caressing her ass. She disengaged enough to undo his belt and pull.