“Seriously, bro. Seeing me dressed in a towel is enough to turn you on?”“Anything you wear turns me on, sis. A towel, a bikini, and every one of...your cheerleader uniforms. Are you sleeping with me again tonight?”“If you’ll have me. I sleep better when I’m beside you, and I love waking up in your arms. I wanted you to take a shower with me, and I want you to pee on me again. I had to play with my own pussy, and I made myself cum. I’m still horny, and I want to give myself to you right now. Maybe. The boys were drinking YukonJack on ice but I sipped at a very nice Cosmopolitan drink. It wasn'tthe most manly drink and they let me know about it. But it was tasty andvery strong. The guys were checking out every woman who moved in thatbar and as they drank they began to talk about the women and theirbreast, legs and bottoms. Soon they were speculating on how each wouldbe in bed. The testosterone was so thick in the air. One by one they drifted to whichever woman smiled at them or made. When we reached Pueblo we ate a late lunch and then went to the architectural firm I had located. Since we did not have an appointment we had to wait for a few minutes to meet Gary Watson. By the time we were ready to leave I had paid a retainers fee and he had a good idea of the house we would like. He agreed to come to the ranch next Friday morning to show us a basic layout of the floor plan and to look over where we wanted the house built.Virginia mentioned the cabin and Gary gave us a phone. When our parents took their holidays, we moved in with each other and toward the end of summer I bought a small tent and single ring burner, packed up my car and we took off for a week by the coast. It was on the last day there that Nicola dropped a bombshell on me.“I think we should split up," she said without looking at me.When I pulled her face around, tears were rolling down her cheeks.“Why are you crying? That should be me, surely?”“I don’t want to, but I think it would be best.”“Because.