Now what could that mean?" But Daviddidn't need to answer; they already knew. "That's when we heard allabout your high heels, about your prancing in...them, and how you beggedto go to the salon with her." I did not," David blurted. Britt smiled."OK, maybe I made that last part up. I think she said that you did yourtoes yourself. I bet that must have been just so darling to see, ourlittle David -- or should I say, Cindy? -- all curled up, pampering hispretty little toesies. Show me how well. "Catherine, I want you to go to the bedroom and wait on the bed for me. I have some things to take care with Jessie and I want you to be ready when I get back." Yes, dear," Catherine answered. "Can I play while I wait?"What she meant was, could she use her toys while he was busy."Sure you can, dear. I want that pussy nice and wet and ready for me when I get there." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then left and headed towards Jessie's place.Fifteen minutes later he knocked on the front. So strong. So ... So human."I love your breasts," he said as his hands rubbed over my chest and I blushed again."No you don't," I said. "They're tiny."Tiny was, if anything, an over statement. It would be more accurate to say I simply didn't have any. I had the tits and hips of a boy, meaning I was utterly flat, save for my large puffy nipples.That wasn't uncommon in the wider elven race — we tend towards the sylphic and lean bodies of dancers — but my family, the Airwë, the Red Women, are an. They make every brother who loves his sister to be some kind of sex maniac. It pisses me off that just because I love my sister I'm some kind of sex pervert. Sure, I love Millie and always have, but she's my little sister and even though I love her and have fantasies about her, I never touched her.I think I'll try writing my own story and tell people about me and Millie. I wish I could tell Millie how I feel, but it will never happen. I don't want to lose her as my closest friend. I can't wait.