She handed me her shirt, “Do you want my bra too daddy?” she asked, “Yes please babygirl” I replied thinking I may as well as I am doing a was.... She reached round and unhooked her bra and OMG she did have nice little bee stings, her nipples standing prominent, “Here you go daddy” she sighed smiling.She reached round and unzipped her little black pleated skirt and I could feel my cock coming to life under the silky material of my shorts, as her skirt dropped to the floor and she stepped out of. It would be like Albino growing up in Harlem, you would notice. _Girls would occasionally shun her, but guys would be constantly cracking on to her, as she was exotic amongst all the Aryan poster c***dren._She was quite forward which I had known Scandinavian people to be when having had a few drinks. She enquired what colon I was wearing as she kissed my cheek. Trusardi. She liked it as was masculine but not overpowering with fruity undertones. __I enquired as to what she was wearing, Bulgari. We talked a bit.Then she pinged me on WhatsApp later and we talked. The talks grew longer in the nights. She used to share her college things and how was her day and all. I was ok with it as she was my friend’s sister and I had known her for long. One day she was drunk and she dialed me.Her roommate had taken her to the pub and she had enjoyed a lot. She tried booze for the first time as she wanted to taste it. But her friend forced her to drink too much. She called and blubbered a bit and then. T worked all the time. But Jimmy and I never used that as an excuse to do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. She always seemed to know what we were up to. Even if we didn’t tell her directly, she’d find out.Over time, I started to take a notice to her a little more often. And as Jimmy and I got older. She dressed and acted a little differently around us. She would come down stairs once in a while, wearing just a loose fitting robe. Barely covering her bra and panties. Jimmy would yell “Ma!.