She straightened up, turned and looked in my direction, proffering a smile and a wave of the spade. I waved back.The next afternoon, I stepped out on ...my porch and took up a seat. A few minutes later and Rachel wondered out of her house, sporting the very same flower-print sundress, her hair tied back and carrying a bucket of flower bulbs. I watched as she bent forward, once again, totally oblivious to my presence, and dug her spade into the soil. She shoved a flower bulb into the spade-created. She wasn’t the first one to touch me there, but she was thefirst woman and it was the first time I enjoyed anyone else’shand but my own there. I reached out and massaged her great tits in my oilyhands and took her jutting nipple between my lips. It allflowed so nicely, but I had dreamed of it in my mind athousands different times. I just did what I wanted to do…I had made up my mind. Before long we were in a sixty-nineposition and my tongue darted over her pinkness. Her. He told me they were just fuck buddies. Never dated, just met up for bootycalls, or dirty text messages. So a few weeks later, he hit her up again. She was now single, and went to meet him. He was at a bonfire, up in the local hills. She was the only girl there, and he said all the guys were saying shit, and she just ate it up.. they started calling her gangbang, and she just started acting more and more slutty. Dancing, and semi flashing everyone. Tbh I thought he was gonna say they all fucked. “First time, eh Steven?!” Chrissie stated, giving me that look again.I blushed.“You two….. I don’t know,” mum said, “you see it’s much nicer when you get on and not fall out,” she continued saying with reference to just about every other siblings in the world who generally don’t get on at some point due to the fact, that was just how life was.“We do get on mum” I replied, “it’s just that she’s an old cow now and then!” I said pulling a face at Chrissie.Chrissie just stuck her middle finger up.