And just as I was starting to think that it was a lost cause, Colt started rubbing my lower back. He pulled me closer to him, so that I was pretty muc... on top of him. He smiled and looked me in the eye. He winked and I laughed. He pulled me up closer to him. I closed my eyes, and he kissed me. The kiss was amazing. It felt like a million fireworks were going off inside my heart. I had butterflies and my hole body tingled. When our lips separated, eyes still closed, he whispered something to me.. " The surprised look on my facecould have stopped traffic. I was in such shock her calling me a littlegirl."But mommy I'm 18 I'm not a lil girl." I start to cry again. "Am I a girlnow mommy?" Yes sweetheart you are, but it will be fun."I don't know what to say to mommy as I whine to myself. "However, can younot tell anyone especially dad? We can make up some story that I have todress like a girl because I won't get my long hair cut....pleaseeeeemommy?"Mom stares at me begging as if I am a two. In the kitchen they found their brother, Greg, sitting and reading the newspaper while drinking a cup of coffee. He looked up as they entered and a quizzical look entered his features. Brittany sat down across the table from him, knees spread underneath. Hey brother. she said with a playfully accusatorial tone. Greg shrugged it off and went back to reading before he literally jumped in his chair with realization and bended his whole body to look under the table. Brittany could feel his eyes on. Naturally, I thought about this discussion many times over the next few weeks, and wondered how to proceed. Ultimately, I decided I would just let it go and let her bring it up when she was ready. She had resurrected the issue the last time, after all, and had even admitted the ‘and stuff.’ I was pretty sure something was happening; I just wasn’t sure what, or with who. She had seemed more eager to have sex with me lately, and she had begun to leave the house occasionally in the evenings, or on.