“Damn you too,” Carrie snapped, glaring defiantly. Megan felt as if she had wrapped her hand around a coil of high-voltage wires.
“I’m sorry,” she hurriedly apologized. “I…well…what were you and Chris doing?”
“Like I said, not much. We were both kinda curious. Chris is nice by the way. Not like a pervert or anything…”
“I didn’t say he was…”
“So we got around to talking about stuff we might like to do and then we did some of it. He asked me to scratch him. And I did. And then I asked him to spank me. And he did.”
“Wow,” Megan remarked. This was a side of her sister that she never even knew existed. She never even thought it possible for that matter. And, as unnerving as it was to discover, Megan found herself wishing that she had that curiosity and willingness to explore when she was Carrie’s age.

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