"Are you a bad girl?" I waited a moment, then two, then slowly nodded. The next thing I knew, there were two large hands wrapped around my waist and... I was being lifted, then seated on the washer I had just started. He pushed my knees apart, and was treated by the sight of my pretty pussy peaking out from under my short skirt. He practically ripped open his button-fly jeans, I was sure I was going to hear a grommet tinkling across the floor, "I guess I don't have to worry about adding. ” was all I could think to say back. Did I actually describe myself as smart once?“You done?”“Oh ... yeah.” I said moving out of her way to the bathroom. As she slipped inside and shut the door I stood in the hall and wondered, ‘Since when did it get difficult to talk to my sister? Sure I had peeped on her in a semi-lesbian experience with a friend, and then almost had sex with said friend, and we had watched each other masturbate, and then we orally pleasured each other with some old fashion. “There have been other times,” she said, looking at her daughter, who nodded again. “But the others weren’t so dramatic. But, well, if Jeff ever tells us something is going to happen, we tend to take it as gospel. If he didn’t believe that something bad was going to happen, he would have answered this morning.“This whole thing is scaring me more and more all the time.” She stopped, took out a cigarette and lit it. No production, like she usually did, not trying to look sexy, took a pull on it,. Screw this I toss on some flip-flops and see myself wearing the baggy jeansin the mirror. I look both ways and you can't tell I'm wearing hello kittypanties but the Spiderman shirt looks odd on me. Mom must of bought thisshirt I haven't seen it before with its puffy sleeves and the shirt barelycomes down to the top of my jeans.Oh well it is not a dress so I am sure I'll be in trouble so no sense insticking around here. Dad wants me to wear a dress and probably make fun ofme and make me more.