I'm sick, so is my sister, Kissa, but not in the way that makes you have a fever and cough, it's a sickness of the mind, the school's psychiatrist called it nymphomania. We get called to the principal's office all the time for doing bad things to boys, but please don't feel sorry for the boys, they actually "like" it, and we always ask permission to touch before we do. We get caught a lot, we try to hide what we do with boys, but some of the other girls at school love to rat us out. The girls at school call us bad names like "sluts" and "whores," it's so mean! The principal wants to send us to a new school after we played with a boy who lied to him and told him we made him 'do us," we don't know why he lied, maybe he felt bad because you're not supposed to touch under the clothes in school. The Principal wants to send us to a new school and my sister and I disagree on whether that is a good idea or not. I think it's a great idea! Maybe the girls will be nicer in another school, maybe we'll meet girls that are like us, and maybe there will be a lot more hot boys. My sister like familiarity, she likes her teachers, and she doesn't want to ride the bus thirty minutes every day to go to school. Long story short, the principal called my dad, and my dad promised him that we'd all come in and promise to get on the straight path.
In the morning Dad had his best shirt on and told us to get ready, he said, "we've got to leave in 15 minutes." Kissa was going to grab an apple to eat in the car, and I was going to get a glass of orange juice when I saw a pill bottle sitting next to the glasses. The bottle read, "viagra," and I had the funniest idea. My sister tried to tell me that it wasn't very nice nor funny, but I convinced her that it was going to be heaps of fun, my sister is pretty easy to convince. We put it in Daddy's stinky herbal tea so he wouldn't taste it and I watched his pants as his penis grew thick, thicker, longer, and stood straight up, testing the strength of his zipper!
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