Finally, she reached for the phone. “Hi, this is Doris, your friendly realtor …” Carla’s mind went on hold, while Doris’ answering machine w...nt through its spiel. While she was thinking, she decided she didn’t care who was in the office, or who knew, she’d cross that bridge when she came to it. “Please leave a message, following the beep. ….BEEP…” “Mistress Doris, please excuse my begging, but please, PLEASE pick up the phone if you’re there. I so need to talk …” “Stop begging, Slut,” Doris. I’m several inches taller than my sister and outweigh her by at least 50 pounds. She is very petite, maybe a hundred five pounds and a lot of that was in her well-formed breasts and round butt. My weight is across my shoulders and chest. I’m not a steroid gulping muscle freak, but I’m ripped from playing sports. My diminutive sister stepped back from me, water running in rivulets from her nudity as she looked me over. The creamy skin of her body covered by the bikini contrasted with her light. .. rising and falling. "Look, I know you don't want to be here with me. I don't want to be here with you either. But we ARE here, and we have to STAY here, so the least we can do is try not to be pissed off at each other all night, OK?"Amy's eyes had gotten more easy to see in the dark as she showed more and more white. "You don't want to be here with me?" she said in a voice that every male recognizes by the time he's ten years old. It's that voice that means you have offended the girl, and. I heard that you babysat Megan’s sister. Can you take mine off my hands for a day or two? I’ll pay you. Please?’ Now having a better idea of the possibilities, I cheerfully agreed. Of course, I kept reminding myself that there was no guarantee of future success. But hope burns eternal… And then Bruce stepped in closer and put a finger on my chest. ‘Listen up! I heard rumors you fooled around with Megan’s sister. Don’t even THINK about touching my sister! You hear? I find out you messed with.