“Get in,” I repeated.Maribel sat down on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet into the water as I swam to the far side of the pool and back. As ... swam in her direction, she quickly pulled her feet out of the pool.“Get in,” I repeated.“No,” Maribel replied. “I don’t want to swim.”I tried to put on a pouty face of disapproval. Maribel laughed.“You are silly,” she remarked.“No,” I replied, “I’m just horny.”“That too,” Maribel acknowledged.I swam up to the edge where Maribel remain stationed and. Hearing stuff like that made Afsana really worry about her sister's well being at times. Obviously being called a demon by your mother doesn't exactly fill a child up with love. So Afsana could certainly understand Javeds anger towards his mother but a lot of the time it seemed like he did things just to anger his mother. But despite all of this Afsana knew that both of them loved each other very much, they just wouldn't admit it. "Their both just too damn stubborn to admit it!" Afsana chuckled. I thought that if I hit my mark and she doesn’t object I am in for a treat but if she does I can always say it’s because of the jerks and will sit normally. As I was trying this I felt my hand touching the area just below her armpit beneath her hand. I wasn’t sure so I kept on doing it. After a few more touches and a few minutes, I felt my hand touching something soft very soft.I wasn’t sure whether I have touched her boobs and nailed the mark or not so I decided to let my hand remain there and. I realize I didn't say I didn't like wearing dresses, well thenext time I will correct her. The moment we are outside, I can feel thewind blowing under my dress.I look around and I see the world still turning even though my life isupside down. I see some of my sister's friends riding by on theirbicycles waving at mommy and me. Mommy and I automatically wave back. Idon't even realize I am wearing the little girl dress that I waswhining about. I should be hiding so no one sees me dressed like.