We still bathed and slept together (my father stopped objecting sometime when she was four). Thankfully, Kizuna was a deep sleeper that couldn't be aw...kened by a train running through our bedroom. There was no chance during the day, since I was either at school or Kizuna was with me.There were times I wanted to feel my little sister as she lay next to me asleep. I thought about putting my fingers into her vagina and all that stuff, but I resisted the urge. After all, I did touch her when we. Yet here he was, looking at her like she was some kind of rare, precious thing that he was terrified would vanish into thin air if he dared look away. She loved how his eyes burned for her. They were the most beautiful blue eyes she could ever remember seeing. They were a deep blue and they seemed to bore into her. For the longest time she’d chalk it up to something he did with most people – he had this unnerving habit of being able to look people dead in the eye. He could be very intimidating. He jammed his thumb into the animal's throat just below its head, then tore the artery loose and held the lifeless form above his face to drain the life giving liquid from its body. The salty tasting blood did little to satisfy his sense of thirst, but his dehydrated body savored the precious moisture. The desert sun had baked so much water from his body, any amount, from any source, was welcome. Lou struggled to his knees and began gathering small pieces of dry chaparral. He'd eaten the lizard. ”“Penises?” She said helpfully. Smiling, she explained, “No, we don't have penises, but we do have other equipment. I know your mom won't deal with the subject, so when you are ready, just ask me. I'll explain it. It's something that all boys need to know...I wish more parents explained it before...” her voice trailed off, and I sensed a little regret.“Okay k**do. I'll leave you to whatever it is you were busy with.” I saw a mischievous look in her eyes. “I just wanted to apologize.” She.