“Do I look like you remember?” Ivar asked as he leaned into her palm.Sigrid gave him a faint smile and placed her other hand on his cheek. “You ...look tired, brother.” She rubbed her thumbs along the line between beard and skin, still feeling that strange elation as he cupped her jaw.“I am…” his expression fell slightly to one of contemplation as he looked her over once more. “You. You’ve become a woman.”She felt herself blush. Sigrid stepped closer until she was almost flush to him and rested. Angie and I had listened to hours of Native American flute and drum music as we drove, so no doubt there was some influence on my drumbeats.I’d pretty much lost track of Angie. I’m afraid I was caught up in my own memories. My attention was caught, however, by a scuffling beside me and her shadow crossing over me. I looked up and as I kept my drumbeats going, Angie danced. She’d been wearing shorts and a bandana top. As she danced, she stripped off the top and used it as a kind of veil to. After getting ready to go I checked myself out in the mirror and you really couldn’t see anything as long as I didn’t bend over too far. I do wish I could run without my bra on, but with my boobs I would probably knock myself out with them. Off I went, I walked to to the park entrance – it being midweek there was no one around. At the park, I started to jog on my favorite trail that leads to “my place”. What a great feeling it was just jogging along thinking about all those erotic things. I wasn't driving so I accepted, she went into the kitchen to pour it from the fridge. She came back holding two glasses of white and wearing a beaming smile. 'I'm very proud of you, I always have been. I've always known you were special.' I didn't really understand but smiled back and drained my glass. She kept refilling my glass and as time went on I realised I was quite drunk. My Aunt was sitting right next to me and kept stroking my hair and pecking me on the cheek, she had always been.