sexysquid90
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- Nov 12, 2013
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Every time I came home on leave, I spent the first few days under the hood of my '68 Camaro trying to fix what a year or two of neglect did. I was working on the carburetor when sis came running up the driveway in tears. She went streaming pass the car and ignored my saying hello.
I know its not right, but my little sister is a looker. She's petite, shapely and has a great rack. I hate bringing Navy buddies home because I have to listen to them talk about her for a few moments before I warn them I'll kick their ass if they so much as think of touching her.
I wipe my hands down and follow her into the house, running up to her room and knocking on the door. I can here her crying inside.
I know its not right, but my little sister is a looker. She's petite, shapely and has a great rack. I hate bringing Navy buddies home because I have to listen to them talk about her for a few moments before I warn them I'll kick their ass if they so much as think of touching her.
I wipe my hands down and follow her into the house, running up to her room and knocking on the door. I can here her crying inside.