Feeling bad for knocking all her ideas, I tried for one of my own. "Youknow, another thing you can do with flowers is put them in your hair."Her face ...lit up at the idea. "Oh wow, I'd like that! Could ya put 'em infor me?"I had originally expected her to put them in herself, but I didn't wantto ruin the mood and agreed. After finding a sturdy stump, I gotcomfortable on it and had her sit in front of me. Ten minutes or solater, there was a ring of flowers around both of her pigtails.I had been. And I also realized that Chris had been right. It really didn't matter to me at all that the mouth sucking away on my dick was a guy's mouth, instead of a girl's. I just kept basking in the awesome sensations, wishing that they would last forever, but knowing full well that they were about to come to an abrupt end.Chris’s mouth was wrapped around the head of my dick, and he was energetically hand-pumping my shaft, when I warned him by whispering to him, “Hey, I'm gonna shoot my sperm.”I called. I have no memories of any sexual association with these games; at that age I was still too young to harbor even the remotest interest in sex. But now I guess that Mary must have somehow received some sado-erotic pleasure in subduing her little brother, probably some early stirrings of the two sided sexual person she was destined to become.When I was twelve Mary started first year medicine at NYU and with her living in residence for her first three years we grew apart, our childish games left. I'll even drive you to the salon, since you haven't been there before." In a way, I was relieved that she was taking some control and helping me. I wouldn't be alone on this trip, like the last nerve-wracking experience.In our bedroom, she pulled out all of the shopping bags from Dillard's and laid them on the bed. She said, "Strip down and I'll help you get dressed." Her tone had softened a little. Like an obedient child, I complied."Oh, your legs are a little bit hairy for these light.