She wore a short black skirt, almost like a tutu, that stopped high up her thighs. Her slender legs stretched for miles and ended in jet black sneaker...s. Up top she wore a black and red hoodie, unzipped half way down her chest, showing off the start of her slight bumps. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had anything at all on underneath that. But what really pulled it all together was her two tone hair, black at the base pulled back into two fire red ponytails. I couldn’t help but stare even. That was all my sister needed; she packed up her bags and moved back in with my parents. She tried to get a job, but she wasn't having any luck. My parents wanted to sell their house, move to Florida and retire to the warm climate. However, with my sister living with them, they felt an obligation to stay until she got back on her feet.Here is where I enter the picture. I have been divorced for five years and I live alone in a fairly large sized house, so I invited my sister to come live with. He had been his fantasy for some time and he wanted me to fulfill his every wish and oh did I.He had arrived I was like a kid on Christmas morning watching him come up my stairs he was beautiful chiseled chin, nice chocolate colored skin, dread locks, and sexy brown eyes. I was in awe. He was a beautiful man and the fun was just about to begin...He came into my house and we sat down on my famous couch. I then leaned over and lifted his shirt up and admired his 6-pack as I begin to kiss his. Everything went well until just before we were ready to leave. Julia was already seated and I was helping Amy into the buckboard when a scruffy looking individual grabbed me by the arm from behind. I turned around and he shouted, "WHAT DO YA MEAN, BRINGIN' A GOD DAMNED NIGGER INTO MY TOWN?"I replied, "New Mexico Territory is Free and she can go wherever she wishes. Now, back off!"He took a swing at me and I pushed him in the chest, none too gently. He staggered back and regained his balance. At.