Following the meeting they had gone back to the hotel and when they had gotten off the elevator Darren had taken her by the elbow and had steered her ...oward his room. Once inside he had picked up the phone and notified the desk that he would need the two rooms for one more day. Even before he had hung up the phone Marty had her clothes off and was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. When she called me that night to tell me that they had to stay another day she was on her hands and knees. ” “Joc, that’s not possible.” “Thanks Austin. Night bro.” “Night Joc.” I went to bed that night confused. Why did Joc say she didn’t want me to fuck “other” girls. Was there a girl I was supposed to be fucking? Why did she care if the other girl was prettier than she was? I fell asleep that night, my sister drifting in and out of my dreams, most of the time in the positions I enjoyed with Ash. The next morning was much like the ones of previous weeks. Except for one thing. Rather than wake up. Makes sense she wouldn't wear a bra.Her head shifted, I could now see her green eyes slightly through her blond hair. She was smirking. I let my gaze fall lower, to her legs. I recall the conversation when she came to my room asking for scissors, when I inquired what for, she said she was going to shorten her skirt. 'You can get in trouble for that, you know.' 'Hehe, I know how to get out of trouble..' I didn't want to hear it, so I handed them to her after that. It shows, even from my vantage. "Hahn. My mother and father made sure I was taught Lakota ways; Chante helped too. And I spent several summers with Iron Buffalo and his band when I was a boy, just like my father. Iron Buffalo died when I was fifteen." William stopped for a bit and then continued his story."Anyway, when John turned eighteen he rode north leading two horses. He was gone for a month and when he came back he brought a Lakota wife with him." William chuckled again. "Her name was Morning Star and she was as pretty.