“The cats,” she called them. She knew all the words and she’d sing to the records, snapping her fingers, looking at herself in the mirror, movin... her hips. I remember sitting on the floor, holding the record jackets, looking at the pictures on the front then up at mom singing to herself. She sang when she did dishes or was dusting around the house. I can still see her holding a dish and washing it over and over while she sang, “When you wish Upon a Star” or “Stormy Weather.” I can still hear. The long braid down her back had become a cap of soft curls. He already knew the size and shape of her breasts, or at least one of them, and now he could see both, pressing against the softness of her shirt. Her hips had filled out, and with her mother's narrow waist, she had an hourglass figure. She was taller than he remembered and her legs seemed to go on forever. She was not a little girl anymore. He remembered the wolf whistles when she walked into the ward and could not blame a single man. What was even stranger was what mom did next. Rather than run for cloths to cover up, she slowed her movements down and just stayed naked, almost like she was showing off at that point. I also think she was doing it to piss dad off for waking me before she could get dressed. She moved around the tent naked and picked up some things, took up her brush and started brushing her hair glancing to dad’s eyes from time to time. Finally she reached out a hand to me while she was still stark naked. “Fuck me harder!” She screamed and Barak lost almost all control and started thrusting into her and with each powerful thrust making his aching balls slap against her butt while her small but beautiful breasts wobbled she was mewling in wild ecstasy and he was growling and grunting and he temporarily lowered to claim her lips one more time and their tongues met outside only increasing their lust as Ce’Nedra opened her perfect mouth moaning while clawing his chest as if to mark her territory,.