I'm Amy Howell, I'm fourteen, and my sister, Liz, is eighteen. This all happened one night when my parents were away overnight and my sister was stayi...g home to 'sister-sit' as my parents called it.We'd finished dinner and were just sitting at the kitchen table when Liz asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend these days, Amy?" Nah, so many guys at school just aren't interested, they're into gaming and paintball stuff, not girls." Nobody, huh?" Well, there is a guy, Todd, he's really nice, that I met. His only vice was to get her to walk on a treadmill on anincline, so that he could stand at the front chatting with her whilstgetting a better look at her shapely bust. Anthony hadn't had agirlfriend for a couple of years, and whilst many had shown interest, heonly occasionally took advantage. Theresa rocked him however, and hewanted to find out more about her. As soon as she mentioned she wassingle he was going to ask her out. If only she was at the gym to talkabout things like. Even if they'd let me watch them or sleep with them would be great. Even if I could sleep in the spare bed, that would at least be someone to be with. I knocked on their door and Cheryl came to the door dressed in only a thin transparent robe with nothing underneath. "I was hoping you'd come." She said. "Chuck's asleep. We had some great sex, then he decided he was tired." I thought she'd invite me in, but she came outside with a blanket. There was a small common area between the buildings that. ” Something caught my eye off to the side of the road. “Oh look!” I said pointing. Wild raspberry bushes were growing in profusion, each heavily laden with ripe fruit. Stephie pushed her hair back from her face. “Wow, you hardly ever see raspberry bushes. Blackberries, yeah, all the time, but not raspberries.” I let Stephie’s hand go and I leaned over to pick some of the red berries. “Be careful,” Stephie warned, “they have picky things on them.” “I am,” I said, while carefully plucking the.