SISTER'S EYES ONLY! 

Sunday...

...that Kim. He is a cutie. I found myself stealing glances at him the entire night at dinner. Christ, that smile - so sweet it would rot your teeth! And cheeky! I tell you - I didn't know whether to slap his face or his ass. I settled for his ass. Incredible dancer, that youngster is. ....

Sunday, Supplemental...

...something very strange just occurred. Scared me so badly that Stephen had to give me something for my nerves. As I was writing in my journal a while ago, a heard a gentle knock at the door. Although I was very tired from the excitement and the party, I decided against feigning sleep. I answered it. There, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses was that cutie Kim. Needless to say, Teener wasn't sleepy anymore!

We danced to the strains of my jazz CD collection and drank wine. Oh, my - but he was trying his best to be the big delicious seducer. And I let him! Then, it happened.

I was lying on my back - Kim was over me, about to put his bolt to good use when...he collapsed!

Oh my God! Heart attack? Aneurysm? I screamed into the back of my hand and wiggled away from him, falling onto the floor, knocking over a lamp - thus startling myself even more.

Seconds passed like minutes. I knew that the only thing to do was to go find Stephen, which I did...

He was very surprised to see me at his doorway, naked. I had forgotten my robe in my haste. Thinking it was an overture to something carnal, he began flirting before he noticed that I was quite ahoo.

Stephen, the poor dear, had to bustle me back to my room to understand what I was babbling about. Viewing the scene of Kim in an appendage pile on my bed, he immediately shifted into medical investigator mode.

Watching Stephen intently, I caught a movement from Kim! Thank heavens! He moved! And...snored?

"Mmmm hmmm - just as I suspected. Narcolepsy. You've nothing to worry about, my little dove. He should wake up soon. The cause is as unique as the person who experiences it. Perhaps a heightened level of testosterone? I'll have to make more inquiries when he awakes. Was a bit of a shock to you, yes? Pray, let me fetch something to smooth your nerves.

"He's asleep?" 

"Yes." 

"Oh." 

"My, my - do not fret! You weren't the immediate cause, dear one. I daresay you did not bore him into sleep. It seems he succumbed as he was preparing to bore into you. Interesting..."

When Stephen returned, he gave me a vile tasting tincture to drink and helped me rearrange Kim on the bed so that he wouldn't wake with sore limbs. What will I say to Kim tomorrow? Oh my sweet little boy...

Monday morning... 

...either Kim is a fabulous actor like the Creator or he is blissfully ignorant to his malady. He woke with a start early this a.m. thanking me for a wonderful evening. He hopped into his britches, kissed me, and dashed out of my room...

Monday evening... 

...that little shit! Scared the begeezus out of me when I returned to my room after learning some horse breaking techniques from East. Told me that he wondered if I was coming back at all. Said he couldn't do without another night with me - just like the night before. (I should have placed pillows all around on the floor just then.) I did my best to engage in my own private investigation, as tactful as possible.

"What do you remember about last night, my love?" I cooed. 

"Oh, it was marvelous. I was so high from you, Teener - that I blacked out." He grinned. 

"Hmmm. Yes. It was something else, all right..."

"Get along ok with the Naiads?" 

"Oh yes, they all agree that I am their favorite. Say they feel completely relaxed and rested after a night with me, they do!" 

Sure, because they ARE rested after a night with you. 

The phone rang. Stephen. "Is he in there? I simply must come over and ask him some questions that have been nagging me all the day. He has managed to elude me since I left you last night..."

"Oh, Stephen! Now is just simply not a good time, I have Kim the Incorrigible here, about to show me a move or two. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" Please Stephen! Not now! I need to find out if he is play acting or not!

"Oh, well - okay little dove. Tomorrow it is." 

A carbon copy of the night before. Dancing - on the terrace this time. Wine... Soon he had me so far gone that his "problem" had slipped my mind.

Then it happened again. 

THUD 

This time, I had just put his cock in my mouth - and he collapsed from a standing position. Quick reflexes are good. Had I none, I would have been kneeling there with a bitten-off dick in my mouth.

Great. All wound up and no one to blow. 

Tuesday morning...

...I couldn't budge him and wasn't about to call Stephen to help me get him into bed last night. I pulled the duvet and pillows off my bed. Covered us both up on the floor of the terrace and went to sleep. I firmly believe that he has no idea. A knock on the head like what he took last night - that wasn't acting...

Wednesday afternoon...

...then I came back to my room after leaving Dom...guess who was there in my bathroom? Yes, you got it. Sitting in a cold tub of water, blue as a smurf - holding his acorn of a peter in his paw...Kim. I drained the tub and filled it with warm water, got in with him. He came to as I was washing his back...

...I am so worried about him. It would crush his tender young man ego to know that he...well...probably has never dipped his wick...anywhere...before....

Wednesday evening, late...

I bumped into Johnny Corbett on the way back to my room after my swim with Egan. 

One thing led to another and we were soon bumping in my shower. Giggling and squealing from the cool air outside the bathroom, he carried me to the bed from

he steamy shower - intent on showing me how the Australian army goes about prosecuting bad little girls. Heh. As he was pumping away I heard a dull 'thud' and ever-so-faint snoring...from the closet. John-john didn't notice, thank god.

He would have roughed him up really good for hiding in my closet - listening in on a private moment. I could only guess that he was waiting for me once more, and didn't expect John-john enter the room with me. So, he hid...overheard...started wanking...*sigh*

This time, I did go and seek out Stephen. My partner in crime. I left John-john comatose in my bed and helped the good doctor get Kim out of my closet and back to his own room....

Thursday morning...

...today is the day. Stephen and I are going to have a sort of intervention with Kim. I can't bear the thought of him say - passing out while driving, if he decided to whip it out and have a tug. Not that I know any bald-headed men who do that.... Ahem...