" He looks like the nester's kid from across the valley. The nester died from snakebite a couple of months ago. He's got an older sister. They're havi...g it rough. Pity. Pity for the girl. I wonder what will happen to her?" This came from one of the men standing by the buckboard."Give me directions. I'll have to go tell her what happened." It was a chore that held no joy for me. "Take the body over to Doc Kimbal's and I'll find out what his family wants to do about a funeral."The sheriff took me. "I should just fuck that pretty pink pussy of yours!" Jim screamed at her."Please don't do that, please don't!" Melissa begged.Apparently at this point, she had forgotten all about her rape fantasy and was worried that she was about to be killed. I felt bad and I nearly stopped the whole scene, but she wanted this fantasy so I was going to let it transpire.Jim still had Melissa by the hair and forced her over to the bed and he started pulled off her clothing. "No, please don't do this!" Melissa. Anyway, it wouldn’t hurt my income to go take care of Mom.What I didn’t count on was my little sister, Lisa. While I had been gone from home this little sweet thing that I remembered had done some changing. Remember, I said I was ten years the elder, (that’s another story)? My little thirteen year old sister had gone in a dark direction while I was away from home. She had done a Goth-thing. She dressed Goth, her room was Goth, and, most disturbingly of all, she had no friends that were not. When he grasped the bottom of her sweater and tugged it up she raised up on one elbow to assist. She blushed when he reached around behind her back and she felt him unfastening the clasp. Only her mother had seen her breasts bare since they began to get big except for yesterday with her minister. But it seemed different today somehow as he took off her brassiere and her pneumatic titflesh was exposed to his view. Still, the gentle and skillful way he had removed her bra told the girl that he.