Couples sat in steamy cars. Moving between the kitchen and the stereo meant picking your way through a struggling mass of people. Greg did not look ba...k on the party with any fondness. At 10:00 it did not feel like a success. Most of the Bonner and Aspen teenagers didn't mix well. It was an older crowd because of the weight of eleventh graders from Aspen. Alden and Greg did their best to bridge the gap. The younger Bonner kids clung together shyly until they had consumed enough beer. After. “Sis are you here for what I think you are?” I asked trying to sound casual. “You’re not an escort, are you? Do mom and dad know? When the hell did you start doing this?”She sat on my couch and looked at me thoughtfully. Then seemed to shrug.“I actually started when I was seventeen. There is a lot of call for young, tight girls. I could also ask you what you are doing calling an escort.”I blushed, trying my hardest to hide my hard-on. I knew she was my sister, and I never thought of her this. She neededclothes, she needed money, but most of all she was hungry. The only thingit the house that would fit her was her father's bathrobe, and that wastight at the arms and didn't come close to covering her enormous belly.She had to get a large bath towel and hold it in place with a rope. Shefound half a chicken in the icebox and washed it down with orange juice.She had forgotten how much she loved orange juice. She had forgotten howmuch she missed modern plumbing. While in the bathroom she. My sister paused ad smiled and said "no ill get in your way too often im sure and my b*o are busy when you 2 are alone and ill get in your way"."what gave you that impression", "Nothing", "come on what gives it away?", "so it is true then haha...because your shirt is always wet as if you been working or something wet has got on". "you speak from experience then heh, its not sweat or juices though, its my milk" and a look of surprise and arousment on her face and said " show me please i've tried.