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- LOSING A BOYFRIEND
I never did really figure out
what came over my sister. Nearly six years older than I, she
was pretty distant for the most part, until she broke off
with her boyfriend.
All of a sudden, she
hung around me during the day, and then, while I lay in bed,
fantasizing about big tits, there was a tap on my door, and
Darlene walked in, wearing a short robe. She felt for the
light switch, and the over head light came on, momentarily
blinding me. She turned to the door, and I . . . . .
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- MOUNTAIN CABIN TIME
My folks and my aunt and uncle decided
they would all go to my uncle's cabin for the Easter weekend.
Virginia, my sister, and I had to go with them. I really didn't
want to go. I didn't like being around my uncle very much.
He liked to tease me. But, I didn't have much choice in the
matter, so I pretty much had to go.
Virginia and I had to sleep downstairs,
me on a sleeping bag on the floor, her on the convertible
sofa. Mom and Dad slept upstairs in one bedroom, and Uncle
Jake and Aunt Charlotte slept in the other room.
We had arrived late in the evening,
and there wasn't much time to do anything but unpack a few
items and have dinner. Mom and Dad explained the.
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- SIS AT THE BEACH
It was a very hot summer day, and we lived not very far from
a local beach in Southern Florida. It was a warm Saturday
morning, and Mom and Dad had taken off to go visit some relatives
in Northern Florida near Jacksonville, leaving us at home
for the weekend. My younger sister, Donna and I, packed some
gear, including some suntan lotion, towels, soda pop and some
chips, a couple of books, and various other odds and ends.
Even though it wasn't a down town beach, and was slightly
remote, it was still occasionally patrolled by beach cops,
and there was a life guard station on the beach somewhere
near our place, though I had seldom seen a life guard anywhere.
I spread out our blanket and arranged the cooler and other
goodies around us: towels, books, a portable cd player, a
can of soda, other shit. I was ready for. . . . . Continue
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