She'd liked the closeness, and being held, and putting up with a hard dick was just what she had to do.During her interviews for the job at the main o...fice she'd felt an unfamiliar itch between her legs. It almost exactly described what she'd read in a couple of trashy novels, enough so that she got worried. Everyone knew those stories were just that, stories. But she'd been ... horny. That was the only way to describe it. And she'd gone home and done something she hadn't ever done before,. She could take US 90 from Del Rio east to San Antonio and then I-35 north or she could drive generally northeast on a series of smaller highways. The first option was longer but faster and the way she'd come. She disliked traveling the same route twice on one trip and planned on taking the shorter but slower “scenic route” back to her army post.“You'll be coming to the dance tonight, won't you?” asked Ben.Kate laughed and shook her head. “I don't think so. It's for you young people, not a dried. Returning with a bowl of steaming water, some towels, a flannel and a bar of soap, she placed one of the towels at my feet. Hand linking in mine, she helped me shuffle from the couch as I did my best to conceal the unrelenting stiffie inside my boxer shorts. "Okay Mr Stinky, get that t-shirt off."I hesitated, suddenly reticent."Oh come on, I'm your sister..."That was the problem. As she squeezed my hand, I tried my hardest not to picture her naked like in the photos - which was impossible of. "You'll see me everyday for the next eight years, Lisa." I know, but..." And then you'll have your own daughter and she'll be asking you the same silly questions." Yeah," I said, giggling. "I hope she's pretty." She'll be pretty," Mom said, glancing at me and smiling. "She'll look just like you." Except I'm going to make her blonde," I thought aloud. Mom had black hair, so I did as well, and she refused to let me color it for some reason."That's up to you," she agreed, but the tone of her voice.