I was proud of the fact that everyone called her “Pretty Woman” at school, and even after we were in college and high school silliness was forgott...en, I sometimes used her nickname. Smita and I were only Two year apart in age (I was the oldest) and were unusually close for a brother and sister. We had our share of squabbles alright, but that’s only normal. What wasn’t quite normal, however, were the feelings I started getting for Smita in college. Looking back, I can’t exactly pinpoint the. I was shocked at myself that it was her distress that was turning me on. The next time she went deep I applied a little extra pressure with a hand on the back of her head. When she started to struggle, I kept her in place. When I finally let her up, she didn’t look at me but took a couple of breaths and went back to work. I could feel myself close and started to tense. I knew that Fay would notice and know what this meant. She knew what to expect. When I came, she made me proud. Almost nothing. .. people,” Enid panted, holding onto her father’s stirrup to steady herself.She dragged in huge lungfuls of air, trying to catch her breath.“What’s he doing chasing you?” asked Brad.“He’s ... not ... chasing me,” she gasped. “He’s ... following ... me. Mamma sent him ... up here.”Brad looked at the boy on the horse, and lowered his rifle, letting it rest across his lap. He had to admit the boy had sand, as he rode up to Brad and Enid. He hadn’t slowed at all, even though the rifle had been. I got fresh up and came to drink coffee and made for her too. This time I asked her straight forward “why you’re smiling at me from yesterday?”S: nothing, just felt to smile by seeing you today.B: no tell me today why what’s the reason?S: I think you have grown big enough for big things to play with!B: what!! Wait you’re confusing me more. This is not my answer, I want!S: really!? (by biting her lower lips) Do you want to know?B: yes!She came close to me and kept her hand on my crouch and.