"I was just wondering aloud how much Lightning really understands," Martha explained."You'd better wash up and comb your hair, Poppa," Sean warned. "M...mma won't let you eat if you don't."Seth grinned at Sean and said, "You think so, huh?" He gave Martha a quick kiss as he passed her while heading for the bathroom."You know so," Martha said grinning back after the kiss. She managed to slap his butt as he walked away."Morning," Seth greeted the tall Indian that entered the kitchen as he was. . I've never done and I'd like to try.She did not know anything about it, and I, not to make the figure of the pervert (I apologize if the term may offend someone, but I have a feeling that when we talk about these things with those who do not know this is the figure that there is a risk to do) so I talked to her as if I too were documented very recently on the subject.So I turn on the internet, and laxity of the post-sex, I notice that she is very quiet, curious, and - as always when it comes. Mom was good that way.Like most k**s we fought all the time. Being control by Mom we got on each others nerves really quickly. Hanna and I came to blows many a time. Mom would yell and we'd say sorry. Hanna was faster then me and a good 4 inches taller, she always won in a fight.In honesty I am small and fairly weak. Picked on in school and coould not do sports.Not that Mom woould allow it. The locker room in school was worst of all, the other made fun of my tiny cock and hairlessness. Call me. She fixed her citrine eyes on me, hard, knowing. She gave me the slightest nod as she leaned her back against the wall.She knew about my promise.“Yeah,” I told Kora. Rithi wanted one of us to keep making art.I stared into my sister’s face, studying her beauty. Color spotted her cheeks. The wan pallor and the dark bags beneath her eyes had vanished. She looked vibrant. Alive. Free to keep making her art. A treasure to the world. A treasure I wanted to keep, to hold in my vault so only I could.