She helped a man climb with her until he could not step higher, and she took him to my shade.She was determined but weary, small for her age, young fo...r her lessons. She whispered to herself as she lay her charge before me. Her words were prayers and curses. She spoke aloud only encouragement to the man as she knelt over him. She trembled, hoping he did not notice her tremors.Grief and injury tumbled in turmoil beneath his head scarf. Relief and regret broke through as the woman tended his. My job took me out of town a number of times a year and every time I would go I would text her that I was hanging out at the hotel bar after my meeting/training or chatting with some woman at the airport bar after being delayed. We would play with each other, her asking questions about what the woman looked like or what I wanted to do to her. And while it never really turned out that way, it didn’t stop me from keeping the fantasy going. So when she would go out of town to her friends, I would. We were all drawing on her back with colored sharpies throughout the night. At about 12 am, everyone left and went home but me. She asked me to scrub her back clean after our 10th shot and I was too gone to refuse to help so she dragged me to the bathroom and she stripped her clothes off. It was the first time I've seen her completely naked. Her perfect C cups were sitting on her chest above her abs. Which complimented her tight ass and toned calves. She had a neatly trimmed bush over her clit. "Hey," hecalled, "what's taking so long?" Close your eyes," she yelled.Dutifully, he obeyed. He heard her tiptoeing across the old carpet."Okay, little brother. Gaze upon wickedness."He was speechless. His sweet little sister didn't look sweet anymore."Holy shit," he managed to whisper, somewhat hoarsely. She was wrapped,more or less, in a sequined red minidress with a plunging neckline. Herlegs were clad in fishnet hose, her feet sporting perilous blackstiletto heels. Her long brown hair.