My sister and I had been brought up to think of others as well as ourselves. Mo and I were adopted when we were infants. We weren't blood sisters, but...we were as close as any two sisters could be. Our parents told us about the adoption when we were younger. I never resented the fact my parents weren't my real parents and loved them dearly."Which room are we going to have?" Mo asked."You and Jackie will move into Jackie's room. It's the largest one."Our house was nice. It was a split ranch with. We would run to the little airport next to the school and back. He never made it to the fence. Schools then were grades one through six, seven through nine, and ten through twelve for high school. The school I was at for the ninth grade wasn’t big enough to have any sports teams, but we put together a half-dozen guys to go into town and run against the real schools – coaches and all. I’d never run anything competitively before that. I ran in the 440 and I’m here to tell you that was the hardest. I kept a bucket of water by the toilet for flushing and had bottled water for coffee. Everything else I cooked on the grill and ate off paper plates.When they got back from their day’s outing, if it wasn’t late enough that I was in bed, Val would often stop over and either bring or accept a beer as she told me about their day.“You have got to go to that beach, Ari,” she enthused. “The skimpiest bikinis I have ever seen and the roundest butts in the world. Every color you can think of. Careless. ”Joy was shocked, and humiliated, but she needed the cash…reluctantly she got to her knees and unzipped James’ trousers, fumbling around in his underwear for his cock. As she started to suck it, holding back tears, she was shocked at how small his penis was. It seemed just over 4”, the smallest she’d experienced. Feeling a little bit better knowing he was so tiny she carried on sucking, stroking his balls with her fingers as she bathed his dick in soft kisses and licks before sucking it some.