“You’re a whore, aren’t you Amy?”
She looked at me, alarmed, but didn’t say anything. I studied her quietly. XXX Her tank top, white and covered with mud had already dried to her body and outlined her dainty figure and her lace bra showed through her shirt well. That doesn’t matter though. The mud that we rolled in previously was still attached to parts of her hair. Her face was almost as bright as a tomato. I was smart, so maybe this is the advantage I was looking for. In our small farm house, our rooms were connected by an adjoining bathroom. That’s what happens when you’re twins with someone. Her breasts weren’t small and I was actually pretty sure that she was probably a size larger than mine.




















