” “Good. I’ll probably let you whitewash me every night.” We laughed and after that “whitewash” was our codeword. It was soon joined by ...“priming,” for when I went down on her, “spackling” for when she drained me on her chest or let me fuck her tits, and “sump pump” for intercourse. The last always made both of us giggle. Around the second week after our first night together, we were tired after work. She stroked my cock and I asked her, “Tell me about your hottest time.” “Okay.” Her fingers. Tyler wasn’t wearing a shirt, he had on only a pair of yellow mesh shorts and some running shoes. He’d told his friends back at the house that he was going to do a little morning run before they started drinking and partying again. No one had given his cover story anything more than a disinterested nod and he’d slipped away silently, his casual demeanor belying the excited tension twisting and swirling in his gut. It had been about a ten minute jog to the girls’ complex and Tyler’s body now. "She definitely had developed a taste for lusty wenches.This was particularly hard on me. At first it was fun to try to pick upwomen with her. With her new ultra-masculine body she seemed to drawthem like flies. That soon grew tiresome when her preferences change forbimbos.I missed the woman that I fell in love with. My heart ached for her.Then one day, the most fortunate of things happened. We discoveredwhere Elric resided. Of course, by that time, it was very difficult to getAimee to. I had not intended for this to happen. It was supposed to be a continuation of the sibling experimentation as with Janine. But I was the older one this time. I know, for adults three years age difference does not seem like much, but we were still kids.The story left off when my little sister, Sandra, and I were left to our own devices after the departure of Kelly and Janine. Aunt Kelly was out of college and on her own. Janine had been graduated from high school and had gotten married shortly.