Karen said, "You are about to learn something about your brother." I opened the door of the truck. Karen got in and slid as far to the left as she cou...ld. She patted the seat next to her. "Get in, Marianne." Marianne entered the truck slowly, her eyes wide as she realized that the interior didn't match the exterior. I went around and got in the driver's seat. I cranked the motor and the motor cranked instantly purring with quiet power.I pulled around and left the house. We stopped at a breakfast. ”“OK, go on.”We spoke English together almost always. The English tutors she’d had since childhood prepped her well and the year she’d spent as an exchange student in Colorado for her second year of high school had perfected her English. She had a little bit of a persistent Spanish accent but it wasn’t enough to impair her fluency. Sometimes I thought I detected a slight French intonation as well.I moved a little closer to her on the sofa in her cottage. The family compound was a large one, not. And she loved sex. She loved sex with redneck tough guys. As we got into our mid twenties, she became a total nympho! We dated for at least 4 months before doing anything at all sexual. Once we did, it was a gradual build-up. Just touching through our clothes at first, then evolving to loosening our clothes, finally evolving to oral sex, where it stayed for several months.She was a virgin as far as intercourse was concerned, but what she hadn't told me yet was she had been oral with her. The two of them mess around at home, she decided, so he’d know.At least she knew how to select the silverware. The guys, Robin included, didn’t. Seating was player, date, player, date, but with Robin’s two, she had a girl on her other side, one which she didn’t like — “Oh, I went to that school, but it seems so long ago. Robin and me, we went to the lake together, remember Robin?”After that, the girl seemed in less need of being superior. “I like your dress. If my slip shows, promise to tell.