If anyone wanted to buy me another decent pint I might be persuaded to tell them the story. I suppose I’d better go back to the beginning. I’ll tr... to keep the story as brief as possible. If I went on too long I’d be liable to get melancholy on folks and be unable to finish, the drink did tend to do that to me. Cassandra was a quiet girl when I met her, kind-a shy, you wouldn’t think she’d say boo to a goose. We met when she got a job in the office at one of the companies that I was subbing. In fact we used to change in front of each other till recently, but once I moved to college, I stopped changing in front of him, but he would still be in his undies in front of me while changing and there was nothing as such as he was still my little brother whom I have seen naked as a child.I had a habit of not wearing any undergarments while sleeping and even my brother used to sleep only in shorts. I used to sometimes wear nighty, but mostly I prefer wearing cotton pajamas and spaghetti top. "Well, I was getting bored. So I came to be near you. . .I need some company. Hope you have time for your sister" she smiled."I have plenty of time for you sis," I said, pushing my work aside."Good! Well, I was thinking that...mmmm....did you really mean it.....when you said that the way I dressed up in the changing room made you lose control?" she inquired while holding my hand."Yes" I said, trying to know what was going on in her mind."Do you....mmmm....want to see me in that way again?" she. She was a straight-A student in high school, valedictorian of her class. I wish I could say that I had something to do with that, but I didn't. I was an underachieving, slightly above-average student myself. The fact of the matter was that Maureen turned out the way she did because of McKayla.I see so much of my wife in our daughter, even though they look nothing like one another. Where McKayla was tall and athletic, Maureen is built more like me: short and curvy. She's got a full head of curly.