"I gave him a look, and he dropped it.But he didn't.He was a sneaky bastard and usually got what he wanted. I guess that means I would let him get wha... he wanted, but hey, he's the bastard, not me.It was subtle at first. While in the throes of passion, he would call me his "sexy little girl".To me, I didn't equate that to being a child.To him, he would get excited when he called me that. That got me excited.Soon he was dropping it into conversation."How's my little girl?" Hey little girl! You. I understood that I was going to do Grace's laundry.I didn't know why she felt it necessary for me to do our mothers' orRhonda's.We finished eating breakfast and then the women got their purses andprepared to leave. My mom and Mrs. Andrews wanted to stop in at theirapartment to set out a few things for Sissy to take care of for them. Bythe time they left, it was ten o'clock.Grace gave me hug and a kiss before they exited and whispered in my ear,"I'll be thinking of my sexy little Sissy all. Us ka bad mera akarshan apni didi ma badta chala gaya.Hame ghar ki tharf chal pada ghar phuch kar didi apna room ma chali gi and ma apna room ma mare adt,sirf underwear ma sone ki ha mera tool 9” lamba 3” mota ha subha didi muza uthana ie tho mear ling pure thra khada tha jesa deek kar keesi bhi women ka muyh ma pani aa jay fir wo to ek ladki the usna dhera sa mara land par haath feera us na patli se nigte phane thi jiska necha us din wali bra and panty thi mana bhi himat kar ka us kaa haat. We’d put our bikes in the back of Dad’s truck. When it was time to open, Greg and I would ride our bikes home.Greg and I had always been fairly close, but we grew even closer when we were left alone so much. We had to learn to entertain ourselves. Of course, when we wanted different things; what TV shows to watch, what games to play and such, he would always win. If I put up too much fuss, he’d wrestle me down and tickle me until I cried uncle.One day, while we were loading our bikes into Dad’s.