Can I talk to you about something? Anything Its kind of awkward and personal Anything you ever want to talk about, I will be here for you Angie I sai.... I squeezed her tighter with one arm and planted a kiss on her forehead. Thanks Zack, I know. Are you a virgin? I flushed a bit, but answered truthfully Yes. And I assume you are as well I knew my sister well enough that she would tell me why she asked without prompting. Yes, I am. Do you think Im pretty? she asked as a blush rose to her. Then, it happened again. Then a third time. A month later, it was a regular thing. We made out and felt each other up several times a week. She kept telling me how beautiful I was and I realized she was living in my head. Like, when I was getting ready in the morning, picking out an outfit I thought, "Silvie will like this" or picking eye shadow, "She told me this color looked good on me", etc.Today we were doing it, rolling around my bed and I felt her tugging my panties down. I touched her. She didn’t trust herself when he grinned that grin of his that makes her want him more each time she sees it.When they had their horses saddled, the young Paints were eager to get out of the corral and run.They were at the railroad on the west side of the river town by good daylight and Joe saw the wagons headed toward them in the distance. Sissy went to pee before they got there and they were sitting in the saddle eating cold biscuits and salt meat when Frank drove up on the first wagon.“Head. Just take me and push it all into me.’ She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, bottom buttons still fastened, and pulled the cups down to her belly. She looked up at him with all the innocent vulnerability she could muster. It wasn’t hard to feign, he was a big man and she felt his hunger, she had an inkling this wasn’t going to be quite what she had expected. ‘They’re very tender.’ She looked down at her hands upon her breasts, squeezed them and felt their heft. His wordless low grumble.