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As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more and more of the phenomenon known as amorality.
A good case in point is Charles Manson, a person who never learned about good and bad, a person who never placed any value on human life, simply doing whatever a momentary whim dictated. The pervasive corruption in high political office today offers another example.
Robyn is a child of the present. Living the life of the existential hedonist, she refused to worry about tomorrow and rarely thinks of the past. Her main concern is for today, and the pleasures it brings. For Robyn, sex is merely something to be enjoyed, carrying neither emotional ties nor moral overtones.
And so she drifts from day to day, from lover to lover, keeping all her relationships on a physical plane, quickly forgetting those she has been intimate with, never crying over past experiences.
SPREAD WIDE SISTER — the story of a young girl who embodies the life style of many in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds. Her story is one that holds a lesson for us all.
Robyn was trying to figure out a way to come up with five dollars. Five was all she needed to get the silken, purple bikini she’d been eyeing at Harrison’s Department Store in town. She knew somebody was going to buy that beautiful thing unless she got down there that very morning. If her parents were home, she might have asked her mother for a quick loan, but they had gone to her Uncle Allen’s cabin for the weekend. There was only one other way she might come up with the cash and Robyn wasn’t too optimistic. Her brother, Doug, was pretty tight with his money when he had any.
Swinging her coltish legs out of bed, Robyn glanced at her red hair as she passed the mirror, stopping long enough to run a brush through it. It fell over her shoulders and cascaded down the tops of her firm, white tits. She was beginning to notice the subtle curves of her body. Her nipples were tender and sometimes a little sore. Between the lips of her cunt, she seemed to tingle about half the time. Finger-fucking only helped for a little while.
She had gone to bed wearing only the top of her shorty nightgown, and it barely hid the curly thatch of red cunt hair. She dug her middle finger along the softness of her pussy, opening herself. There was a sound as her fingertip dipped into the juicy flesh. She felt satin smooth in there. Robyn wondered if that was why boys were always so anxious to get their fingers into a girl’s panties.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.