I looked in the mirror at my naturally thin frame– my long dirty blonde hair hung loose down my back, my legs were lightly bronzed and perfectly ski...nny, my ass was rounded, my chest had already developed. I knew I looked hot for a 15-year-old girl, and I wasn’t going to let my boyfriend stand in the way of some fun in the boiling French sun – besides, it’s a different area code, it doesn’t count, right?Within an hour, Lizzie and I were heading down to the bar from the night before. The boys. I got the feeling that she still wanted to fuck me.We made it back inside right before the class president took the stage. Candice's eyes followed us the whole time, from the time that we came back in the room, until we sat at our table. Kim scooted a little closer to me when we sat down.The class president took the mic, and welcomed everybody. She laid out the itinerary for the week. We were doing the Old Port tour today, Funtown the next day, Old Orchard Beach on Wednesday, Freeport on. I realized after a moment that you couldn't see her redish brown hair. A few strokes from the mouse and all was well with the world. "Damn, she looks really hot in that dress." I said to myself. I was so lost I never heard the door to the computer room open. I heard a cough from behind me, I turned and saw my sister Cathy standing there looking at me. "What are you doing up at this hour sis?" I said."You made a lot of noise walking down the hallway," she answered. "so I decided to see what you. So, underhanded bastard that I am, I encouraged her to take a lover.” “You did?” “After a fashion. The truth is, I wanted to observe her consumed by her sexuality.” “You wanted to watch her get laid?” “I did. I still do. She is absolutely stunning. So, we embarked on a mission of exploration. Mostly, it was quite satisfactory. Had one bump in the road, but she overcame that. Still, she began to have feelings of guilt that she was enjoying her liaisons and I didn’t have the same opportunity. She.