Don’t Touch

“Don’t mess with my stuff when I leave for the weekend” Abby had told Ryan. Ryan smiled innocently at her. “I mean it, Ryan. Unless you want to spend the weekend as Brianne, you better stay out of my room. Remember summer camp?”

Ryan shuddered. He definitely could remember being stuck in the girls’ group for the six weeks of camp. It sucked. “So don’t touch, understand?”

Abby came in Sunday evening and walked into the kitchen. A blonde girl in a scarlet and glittery belly dancer’s outfit smiled at her innocently. “Hey, baby sis. ” Abby smirked. “Didn’t listen, did you?”

“Turns out girls my age can get beer easier then guys can” Brianne said as she began to gravitate her hips.


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