Dressed like a cute girl and flirting with boys."Miss Abby broke in"Oh, and by the way Megan. I'm wondering. Who do you think is cuter - myboyfriend o...r Caleb? Tell us princess. Which boy would you rather havehold your hand and kiss you?"When I didn't answer they knew they had found a new humiliation.Meanwhile I needed to pee worse and worse. My little sister threatened toput me over her knee and spank me if I didn't answer. I finally toldthem:"I think your boyfriend is cuter Miss Abby. I would. Marsha finished crying about the time she and Tina reached home. The door opened. High-pitched voices filtered through the door. "Mama, Mama's home." Three deep brunette, stair-step little girls came running across the living room, arms wide. Once inside, Tina knelt to hug her girls.Mia walked across the room, towards the door. When she was about two steps away, her arms raised up to greet Marsha. Mandy was about half a step behind. Nobody said anything, the group just stood there holding the. We lapped and sucked each other's tongues until we also faded into slumber.**********By the end of summer, we all had full body tans. Weekend clothing-optional, pool parties, and barbeques were team events one person watching the roasting food while the rest of us found wild and wonderful ways to make others orgasm.Some of the family members had caught wind of the proceedings and would occasionally show up to add their flavor to the group. Havana, now in college, became an occasional. The image sent an erotic pulse through her and her nipples hardened and she felt moisture between her legs. She blushed again at the thought. He wore an old oxford shirt that once had been white but with age and dust and repeated washings had turned a sepia color. The top buttons were unbuttoned and showing a bronzed chest without hair. On his feet was hand made moccasins paper thin in appearance yet durable enough to scratch gravel for thousands of miles. He was as tall as she was and rail.