Henry his Sister and Mary

It was three days before Mary was back with us, and this time she wasn’t sleeping over. I wanted her to do the typing so that I could fool around with my Sister, but that didn’t happen.

Mary said, “Helen, it’s your turn to update the document.”

My Sister was now doing that, with Mary and me standing behind her. It was another ten minutes before I noticed something that I’d missed when our friend had arrived. Her skirt was by far the shortest that I had ever seen her wear. It was a skirt that my Sister might wear. That was strange, and while I was thinking about it Mary moved closer to me.

Then, to my amazement, with her hand seductively stroking my bottom, she whispered into my ear, “Henry it’s my turn!”

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