It always worked but Dad had warned me many times to leave my sister alone. He said that if I touched her…that he would kill me…and I believed him...So back to my thirteen-year-old sister naked and sitting on my cock. I practically screamed, “What do you think you are doing?”Tina giggled and said, “Taking care of your morning erection. That’s what sisters are for.”I said, “Dad will kill me!”Tina giggled again and said, “Then don’t tell him. I’m not going too. He has often told me to tell him if. Of course, the border wasn't marked, but that made no difference to us. Bounty hunters were not limited by borders the way regular lawmen were. We were free to go anywhere we wanted without regard to jurisdiction. A lot of outlaws didn't know that or forget it or something, but, for whatever reason, the ones in Oklahoma seemed to get careless, which would make it easier for us if we ran across any on our posters.We rode on north across the border and headed for the town nearest to Texas. There. Some of my kinky fantasies suddenly came to my mind.I stopped her told her I wanted to try some of the things I used to imagine about her. She gave me a naughty smile and said okay. I asked her to lie flat on the bed and she did it with a big smile. I gave her a kiss on the lips and went to the kitchen. I brought honey in a small cup.I dipped my index and middle finger in it and rubbed the honey all over her boobs and stomach. She said she had butterflies in her stomach. She was enjoying this. After the top of the first inning, she looked at me and asked, "Are you for that team over there?" pointing to the other dugout. She spoke with a heavy accent that made me pay close attention so I could understand."No. I'm for both teams. I just love to watch the kids play." So... are you from town?" No, actually I live about a three-hour drive to the west. You must have had a long flight." Oh, yeah, honey. It was very long. We had to lay over in Los Angeles. Altogether it was nearly 24 hours.