When ten year old Annie Jenners left her fifth grade classroom at two in the afternoon she was practically skipping, she was so excited, and by the time she got through the hallway and out the front doors of the school and down the steps to the curb, she was skipping. Today was the day her brother Jack was going to give her a ride home.

Jack had just recently turned sixteen, and for his birthday their parents had given him a new car, and not just a new one but a really cool one. A gleaming black Ford Mustang. It was a 2000, five years old already, but still, it was cooler than any other car Annie knew about. And she was going to get to ride in it. And not only that, but her friends would see her in it, and that would make her cool. She would no longer be the nerdy dork who mostly kept to herself; she would be the Cool Girl that everybody else admired. Annie couldn't wait.

With sharp eyes she looked along the curb, where everybody parked when they were picking somebody up, then down the street in the direction from which Jack would be coming, but she didn't see his car. She felt a twinge of impatience and bounced up and down on her toes; Jack just had to show up before all of her friends left. She continued to watch, squinting, and finally she saw it: a beautiful, shiny black Ford Mustang turning the corner a block away and slowly coming toward her.

"Yay!" Annie cried. She bounced on her toes again, clapping her hands, and looked around to see if there were any kids from her class that would see her getting into her brother's cool car. There were lots of kids, but nobody she really knew, which disappointed her a little. Her disappointment didn't last long, though, because in no time Jack's car came rumbling up to the curb and stopped almost right in front of her. Jack was smiling and motioning for her to get in. Annie looked around once more, then ran over to the car and opened the passenger side door. She climbed into the black leather bucket seat and shut the door as Jack said, "Hey there, kid. You have a good day at school?"

"Yes," Annie replied with a big smile, although the truth was that, aside from all the time she'd spent anticipating this ride home, school had been pretty boring and dumb. "I played tetherball during recess and beat Jennie Smith two games." That was true, at least.

"Two whole games?" Jack said, returning her smile. "You must be getting pretty good at that."

"I'm the best in the whole class," Annie said proudly.

"That's great." Jack turned the wheel and the car turned onto McKinley Avenue. "Those boys still chasing you around the schoolyard?"

"No, they're chasing Ashley Carlson now. Which I'm glad about. I hate boys."

Jack looked at Annie with a wry smile on his face; it was obvious that he didn't believe her.

"Well, I do," Annie insisted.

"Yeah, right," Jack said. "You seemed pretty happy when you were telling Mom and Dad about it." Annie clicked her tongue, feigning disgust, and Jack chuckled. He reached over and gently grabbed her thigh and shook her, saying, "Come on, admit it. You like boys."

Annie might have continued to argue with him, but she was having such a good time riding in his cool car, being a Cool Girl, and didn't Cool Girls like boys? Besides, after shaking her leg, Jack had rested his hand there, halfway down her thigh, and for some reason she liked that.

"Well," she said, "I guess maybe I do like boys. A little bit, anyway." Annie felt herself blushing. "But I'm still glad those boys aren't chasing me around school."

Jack chuckled again and said, "Yeah, I bet." He patted her leg, then in one fluid motion he casually moved his hand up her thigh, sliding his fingers over crotch before taking hold of the steering wheel again.

Annie was surprised, even startled, but she didn't say anything. She immediately remembered one time when she was nine and she was at the dollar store with her mom and a stranger had touched her like that, running his hand right over her pussy as he passed by her. Annie didn't think this was the same kind of thing, though; that other man had obviously been a creep, but Jack wasn't a creep. He was her brother. Plus, he was sweet. It must have been an accident.

Jack slowed the car and turned from McKinley Avenue onto Thirty Fifth Street, the street they lived on. Annie smiled, forgetting about the touching, and tried to sit up straighter in her seat. She wanted the whole neighborhood to see her in the new car. She watched the houses and the yards go by, and even saw a few of her neighbors, but nobody really noticed. Darn.

At the end of the first block Jack turned and guided the car into their driveway of their house. He stopped carefully, then put the car in park, but he didn't turn off the engine. He looked at Annie and, with his normally nice smile, asked, "How did you like that, kid?"

"It was fun," Annie said, returning his smile. "I wanna keep going. Let's drive to the mall."

Jack laughed and said, "No, we can't do that. Not today, anyway. But I'll tell you what. If you're good, I'll take you to the mall on Saturday."

"Yay!" Annie cried. "Thanks, Jack!" She tried to bounce in her seat but her seatbelt was still buckled.

"You're welcome. Now, I gotta put the car in the garage. You can stay here if you want to or go on in the house."

"I'll stay here."

Jack got out of the car and went up to the garage door. He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the lock, then pulled the door up and returned to the car. He got in, put the car in gear, and drove slowly and carefully into the garage. To Annie it felt like they were entering a cave, which made the short ride exciting.

Jack stopped the car and put it in park again, then looked at her and said, "Stay there for a minute, okay?"

He didn't wait for her to answer, but that was okay with Annie; she didn't mind staying in the Cool Car at all. She watched her brother as he went back and pulled the garage door down. It suddenly got dark, so dark that she could hardly see anything, but she wasn't scared. Not really. She heard Jack returning, then the car door opened and the overhead light went on. Jack got in, shut the door, and the light went out. Then a second later it came back on again. Annie looked at her brother, wondering what he was doing.

"I wanted to ask you something," he said.

"Okay, what?"

Jack scooted closer to her and put his arm around her shoulders.

"Well," he said, "I was just thinking that, since I was nice enough to give you a ride in my new car, that maybe you'd wanna do something nice for me. You know, sort of pay me back."

"Pay you back how?" Annie asked. She didn't have any money.

"Oh, I don't know." Jack looked away like he was thinking about it, then looked at her again and, with a shrug of his shoulders, said, "You could give me a kiss."

Annie smiled, relieved. Was that all he wanted was a dumb kiss?

"Okay," she said.

She leaned toward him, tilted her face up, and closed her eyes. Jack leaned over her, his eyes closed as well, and tenderly pressed his lips against hers. He kissed her for several moments, then drew back. Annie opened her eyes and found him looking at her kind of weird.

"What?" she asked.

"That was a really nice kiss," Jack told her. He reached up with one hand and touched her short blonde hair. "I think you're really pretty, Annie."

"Thank you, Jack." Annie was flattered by his compliment, but at the same time she felt kinda strange; her brother had told her she was pretty before, but he'd never talked to her that way. She wondered if he might be getting sick.

"In fact," Jack went on, "I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my whole life."

"No, I'm not, Jack. You're probably just running a fever or something."

Jack laughed, casually dropping his hand down into her lap.

"You're funny, too," he said. He paused for a moment, staring into her eyes, then said, "Annie, would it be okay if I kissed you again?"

"I guess so," Annie said, although she wasn't really sure; she thought she'd like kissing her brother some more, but he was looking at her so weird. If he was coming down with a cold, she didn't want to catch it.

Jack leaned down and touched his lips to hers again. He pressed a little harder than before, and kissed her longer, and while he was kissing her he started moving the hand that he'd put in her lap, sliding his fingers slowly up and down, right over her pussy. Annie wanted to ask him what he was doing but she couldn't because they were still kissing. And still kissing. Finally, they stopped, and Jack pulled back a little to look at her. He still had his hand between her legs, and he was still sort of rubbing her there.

"Did you like that?" he asked, his voice sounding a little strange.

"Yeah," Annie said. "It was a nice kiss. But why are you touching my special place? You're not supposed to be touching me there. It's bad."

"You know what your special place is called, Annie?"

"Yes, but I'm not supposed to say that kind of stuff. That's bad, too."

"It's called your pussy," Jack said. He was still touching her there, pushing his fingers against her.

"So what, you're still not supposed to be doing that."

"Actually, it's okay, because I'm your brother and I love you." Jack gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Besides, doesn't it feel nice to be touched down there?"

"Well, yeah...." Annie admitted. It did feel sorta nice, and it reminded her of how she sometimes touched herself down there when she was in the bathtub or in bed after her daddy had tucked her in. "But you're still not supposed to be touching me there. It's naughty."

"Who cares if it's naughty? I like touching you and kissing you, and I think you like it too."

"No, I don't," Annie said, but when Jack kissed her again, this time on the mouth, she didn't stop him. She didn't stop him when he put his tongue in her mouth, either, or when he undid the button on her jeans and put his hand in her pants.

She felt his fingers sliding down into her panties and over her special place (my pussy, she thought), rubbing her slowly and gently. Annie reached up with one hand and grabbed his wrist to make him stop, but then she didn't pull it away or anything. Instead, she scooched down in the car seat and opened her legs a little bit to give him more room. Jack continued to kiss her, pushing his tongue in and out of her mouth, as he rubbed her with his fingers. He started moving them a little faster and a little faster, touching her almost exactly the way she touched herself in the bathtub, and soon Annie began to feel the same nice feelings welling up inside of her. Except these feelings were a lot nicer, warmer and stronger, and they grew inside of her so fast that she had to hold her breath and close her eyes. In the next minute, she felt something swell and burst in her pussy, and she felt tingly all through the lower part of her body.

After it was over, Jack took his mouth away from hers and Annie let out her breath. She looked up at her brother and he smiled down at her and said, "You liked that, didn't you?" He still had his hand in her pants, lightly rubbing her pussy.

"I guess so," Annie replied. She didn't want to admit that she'd actually liked it a lot.

"I figured you would," Jack said. He pecked her on the nose. "Little girls like to have their pussies played with, even if they don't want to admit it. But you know what?

"What?"

"Guys like to be played with too. And I figured, since I gave you a ride in my new car, and I played with you and made you feel good, maybe you could play with me too, and make me feel good. Would you like to do that?"

"Um....I guess so," Annie said. "Will it hurt?"

"No, sweetie, it won't hurt. I promise."

Jack finally took his hand out of Annie's pants and leaned back in his seat. Annie watched him as he undid the button on his jeans, reached inside, and pulled out his dick. Her eyes went wide when she saw it; she'd only seen a dick two times in her whole life, and both of those times it was her daddy's dick when he was peeing in the bathroom. Plus, she'd never seen one that looked so big and hard; Daddy's had been soft and not nearly as long. She remembered she thought Daddy's dick was kinda cute, but Jack's dick was scary. It looked like a great big worm, or a snake or something, and the last thing she wanted to do was play with it, even though Jack said it wouldn't hurt.

"Here you go, sweetheart," Jack said, reaching for her wrist. "Just put your hand on it like this." He helped her wrap her fingers around it, then held them there. "Now, just move your hand up and down, kinda slow."

Annie did what he said. She was surprised at how it felt; soft on the outside, but really hard underneath, like it had a bone in it. She figured that was why the boys at school called it a boner.

"That's good," Jack said, his voice sounding a little strange. "That feels really good....sis. Just keep playing with it like that for a minute."

Annie continued to move her hand up and down on his dick, taking the opportunity to look at it more closely. It really did look like a worm, but there was something about it that she kinda liked too. She couldn't say what it was, because it was so ugly, but she thought that maybe it was sort of neat too. Not pretty, not even cute like her daddy's dick, but still, for some reason, nice to look at. She even thought she might wanna kiss it, and just as she had that thought Jack said, "Okay, put it in your mouth."

Annie looked up at her brother with squinted eyes and said, "Put it in my mouth?"

"Yeah, put it in your mouth. Just the end of it. Go ahead, do it."

Annie reluctantly lowered her head down toward Jack's lap. She opened her mouth as wide as she could get it, then brought it down over the end of her brother's dick. She could just barely get the whole of the knobby part in, and it felt like it was taking up every inch of her mouth, but at least it didn't taste awful like she was afraid it might. Once she had her mouth around it she stopped, wondering what she was supposed to do now. Jack answered her unspoken question by putting his hand on the back of her head and saying, "That's good. Now, start moving your hand up and down again. And keep doing it till I tell you to stop."

Annie did as Jack directed, holding the end of his dick in her small mouth as she moved her hand up and down on the rest of it. She didn't wonder why her brother was making her do this; it was obvious to her that it made him feel good, and would probably end up making him feel as good as his fingers had made her feel. But she did wonder why he wanted her to do it; she was his sister, after all, and only ten years old. There were all kinds of reasons why she shouldn't be sitting in this car holding Jack's dick in her mouth and playing with it. She felt like she had to, though, because he'd played with her and made her feel good, plus he promised to give her more rides in his cool car.

Maybe this is what Cool Girls do, she thought to herself as she continued to grip the end of Jack's dick with her lips and steadily stroked him with her hand.

Jack kept his own hand on the back of her head, lightly playing with her hair and moaning every once in a while. He also said things like, "Oh yeah," and "That feels good, sis," and "Keep going, keep going." Finally, he sort of moaned and groaned at the same time and pushed down a little bit on Annie's head and said, "Oh yeah, here it comes, baby. Just keep it in your mouth." And then suddenly Jack's dick began to throb in Annie's hand and something warm and gooey started squirting out of it.

Jack groaned louder than ever as the goop splashed over Annie's tongue and to the back of her throat. It tasted awful and Annie gagged and tried to pull her mouth away from Jack's dick, but her brother's hand was holding her head in place and she couldn't move. The stuff continued to squirt out, filling her mouth and slipping past her lips, dripping down Jack's dick and over her little hand, which wasn't moving now but just holding onto him. There was so much of it pouring into her mouth that she was afraid she might drown or something. And Jack didn't seem to care, he just kept holding her head and groaning and cussing and squirting and squirting.

Finally, though, his dick ran out of goop, and as soon as Jack let go of her head Annie pulled her mouth away. She made a hurling sound like she was gonna barf because some of the stuff had gone down her throat and she'd accidentally swallowed it. There were still big globs of it on her tongue and she did her best to gather it all up and spit it out. It spilled down her chin and dropped onto her teeshirt and now Annie was a little mad because she would have to change her clothes. And brush her teeth. And probably use some mouthwash, which she hated to do; that stuff tasted bad too.

"You okay there, sweetheart?" Jack asked, petting her hair like she was a kitty cat.

"No," Annie replied. "That was gross." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then wiped her hand on her jeans.

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, sis. It takes some getting used to. But hey," Jack put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her a little, "you keep doing that for me and I'll give you lots more rides and my car. And keep playing with you the way I did. Would you like that?"

Annie wanted to say no, that rides in the car and getting her pussy played with weren't worth having to swallow a bunch of his goop, but she knew that wasn't the answer her brother wanted to hear.

"I guess so," she said reluctantly. "But I don't know if I'm gonna like it." That was the best she could do.

But Jack seemed to be happy with it. He smiled and kissed the top of her head and said, "Great. You're a good little sister, Annie. And you know what? I think you're gonna end up liking it a whole lot."

Annie's only answer to that was, "Can I get out of the car now? I think I'm gonna puke."

*****

Jack kept his word. Every day after school he showed up in his cool car and gave Annie a ride home (lots of her friends saw her in it, too), and while they were stopped in the garage he played with her pussy and made her feel good (he called it coming). He was also right about how she was going to end up liking it a lot, because Annie got to where she was looking forward to her ride home as much for the pussy playing as for the ride itself. Of course, she had to keep her part of the agreement; after he made her come, Annie dutifully lowered her head in his lap and put his dick in her mouth and played with it until he squirted his icky goop. That part didn't get much better; she got to where she didn't feel like she was going to barf all the time but it still tasted horrible. Plus, it was still naughty and she worried sometimes that her mom and daddy would find out and ground her forever.

But Mom and Daddy didn't find out, and Annie and Jack went on doing their sex thing in his car for almost two weeks. Then one day after a ride home Jack had a new idea.

"Hey," he said, touching her short blonde hair like he usually did, "what do you say we go inside this time?"

"Okay," Annie replied with a shrug; it didn't make any difference to her.

They got out of the car and went into the house. Annie followed Jack through the kitchen and living room and into his bedroom. Once there he closed the door and told her, "Go ahead and sit on the end of the bed."

Annie did what he said and Jack stepped in front of her and opened his pants. He took out his dick and Annie said, "Aren't you going to play with me?"

"Sure," Jack said. "But I want you to do me first this time. I'll do you, I promise."

Annie looked up at her brother for a moment, then reached out and took hold of his dick. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it a few times, then put it in her mouth. She gripped it with her lips and started to play with it, but then Jack said, "Don't use your hands this time. Just use your mouth."

Annie did as he said, taking her hand away and just holding the end of his dick with her mouth. She pushed forward, taking as much of it in as she could, then pulled back, then pushed in again. She kept leaning her body forward then back again, to get her mouth to slide over Jack's dick the way he wanted. Jack did his usual moaning and playing with her hair, and after a few minutes, just when Annie's jaw was starting to get tired, his dick swelled up and started to squirt come into her mouth. She winced a little bit as she swallowed, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at her brother.

"Are you going to play with me now?" she asked.

"Sure," Jack replied. He got down onto his knees and told her, "Lay down on the bed and I'll take your pants off."

Annie laid back on the bed, her legs hanging over the side, and Jack quickly pulled off her pants and her underwear. She automatically opened her legs as wide as they would go, then closed her eyes and waited for Jack to start rubbing her with his fingers. But he didn't do that this time. Instead, he placed one hand on each of her thighs, kind of holding them, and brought his head down between her legs. Then he kissed her pussy. Annie opened her eyes and raised her head to see what he was doing and found him looking up at her.

"I'm gonna do the same thing for you," he told her, "that you did for me. Okay?"

"Okay," Annie replied, trying not to sound disappointed; she didn't know if his licking her would feel as nice as his touching her did. Plus, it just seemed kinda gross for some reason. She continued to watch, though, as Jack lowered his head again, putting his mouth right up to her pussy. She felt his tongue slide wetly over her pussy lips, licking her like a kitten would lap up milk, then burrowing in between her lips. Annie had to admit that it didn't feel bad. But then he started licking her right at the very top of her pussy, where her little button was (he'd told her it was her clit), and suddenly Annie felt a jolt of hot pleasure zip through her. It felt just like it did when he rubbed her, only about a hundred times better. Annie couldn't help but smile as the feelings got stronger and stronger; she liked this licking stuff after all.

But then Jack did something else; while he continued to lick her pussy and her clit, he pushed his finger into her, then began sliding it in and out. Impossibly, that felt even better. Annie gasped, surprised and pleased by this new thing. Okay, it hurt a little bit, but it still felt totally good. She dropped her head back on the bed, closed her eyes, and instinctively tried to spread her legs even wider as she lifted her butt off the bed, getting her pussy as close to Jack's mouth and tongue and finger as she could. A tiny flame began to burn inside of her, turning quickly into a big fire. Jack continued to lick and suck at her pussy and clit while he pushed his finger in and out of her, and soon the fire became something more, an ocean of sweet flames that spilled and splashed all through her body, and with a loud sharp sigh, Annie shuddered with orgasm.

After it was over, Annie, out of breath now, said, "Wow."

"Did you like that, sweetie?" Jack asked, smiling up at her.

"You bet," Annie replied. "Do it again. Please?"

Jack chuckled, kissed her pussy, and said, "Okay. But only one more time. I don't want you to get spoiled or anything."

And then he did it again, licking and sucking her pussy and fucking her with his finger until she got another awesome orgasm. Afterward, Annie lay sprawled on the bed like an accident victim. She couldn't believe she liked it so much, this nasty dirty thing they were doing, but she did. She liked it a lot, and she just wanted to keep doing it more and more and more, even if she ended up getting in trouble for it. That would just be the price to pay for becoming a Cool Girl.

*****

Annie didn't get in trouble, but for the next few weeks she did get to enjoy the peculiar activity she and her brother shared. Every day after school, after the ride home in his cool car, Jack would lead her into her bedroom and take off her clothes. She would sit on the end of her bed and suck his dick (which, he told her, she was getting very good at), then she would lay down and spread her young legs and he would lick her pussy and fingerfuck her until she came. They always did it the same exact way, him first, then her, and always afterward Annie would lay on her bed, exhausted and satisfied and surprised at how it just kept getting better and better.

But then, just like he did before, Jack one day came up with a new idea. He brought her home in his cool car just like always, made her do him first, then did her, and then, while she was laying on the bed with her legs spread wide open and her pussy tingling with satisfaction, Jack leaned over her, propping himself up on the bed with one hand, and with the other he held his dick while he guided it toward her pussy.

Annie responded automatically, putting her hand in front of her pussy and saying, "No, don't!"

"It's okay, Annie," Jack said softly. "I promise it won't hurt."

"But I don't wanna do that, Jack. It's too naughty. Plus, I'll have a baby."

"You won't have a baby, you're too young. Besides, I won't even put it in all the way. Now, come on." Jack pushed Annie's hand away, then took hold of his cock and again guided it to her pussy.

Annie closed her eyes and held her breath and waited. She felt the tip of his dick poking at her pussy, then felt it snuggle between the lips. She heard Jack say, "Just relax," then felt his dick push inside of her just a little bit. It felt weird, and uncomfortable, but she was surprised to discover that it didn't hurt at all. She let out her breath and opened her eyes, looked down at Jack's dick stuck in her pussy. She couldn't see the knobby part, but she could see the rest of it.

"That's not so bad," she said.

"Yeah, it's cool, huh?" Jack said. He started to push his dick in and out of her, only moving it a tiny bit. "You know what this is called? It's called fucking. I'm fucking you, Annie."

"Is that what all Cool Girls do with their brothers?"

"Most of them, yeah. Except I'm not actually fucking you the way people normally do it."

"What do you mean?"

'Here, I'll show you," Jack said, then suddenly pushed his dick further into her.

The weird and uncomfortable feeling in Annie's pussy suddenly became painful, then it hurt really bad, and Annie cried out, "Ow! Jack, stop, it hurts!"

But Jack didn't stop. He kept pushing his dick into her pussy, forcing it all the way inside, and Annie cried out again, and started to cry. It just hurt too much.

"It's too big, Jack!" she told him, weeping.

Jack seemed like he didn't even hear her, though. He groaned as he got his dick all the way into her pussy, then pulled it out about halfway, then pushed it in again. He kept pushing it in and pushing it in, fucking her steadily as Annie cried and begged him to stop. He even laid down on top of her, holding her in place as he jammed and jammed his dick into her. Finally, he pushed into her one last time, groaned and said, "Oh yeah," and then his dick started pumping come into her pussy. When he was done he pulled his dick out of her and got up.

"Stay right there," he told her, "I'll be right back."

Jack disappeared from the room for a few moments, then returned with a washcloth from the bathroom. He knelt at the end of the bed and said, "Gotta get you cleaned up here, kid." He touched the washcloth to Annie's pussy. It was warm and wet, and it felt kind of good, but it hurt too. She was sore down there. Annie watched as Jack wiped her pussy, feeling like she could at least start to relax now that it was over, but then she saw the red spot on the washcloth and screamed, "I'm bleeding!" She started to cry again.

"Take it easy," Jack said, "it's just a little bit of blood. It'll stop soon." He wiped her a few more times, then said, "See? It's already stopped. You're okay."

"But why was it bleeding, though?" Annie whimpered.

"Cause girls have what's called a cherry in their pussies, Annie. And when a guy does it with them the first time, it breaks, and it bleeds a little. Sort of like stubbing your toe. But it only happens the first time. It won't happen anymore, I promise."

"Are you sure? You said it wouldn't hurt, but it did."

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry about that." Jack touched Annie's hair, then kissed her forehead. "I didn't mean to hurt you, sweetheart. I really am sorry. And I am sure, there won't be any more bleeding. Okay?"

"Okay," Annie said dubiously.

"Besides," Jack said. "You wanna be a Cool Girl, right? Well, this is one of the things Cool Girls do. It isn't fun the first time, but believe me, you'll get used to it. You'll even start to like it, just like you like it when I do that other stuff."

"Okay," Annie said again. But at the same time she promised herself she wasn't going to let him put his dick in her anymore, even if he was right. She didn't like doing it that way, and the next time he tried it she would just tell him no. Even if that meant they didn't do anything at all. Even if it meant she would never ever be a Cool Girl.

*****

Annie broke her promise to herself the very next day. She didn't mean to, but after Jack had played with her pussy and licked her button and made her come, she was so filled with pleasure and happiness that she didn't care if he put his dick in her or not. And Jack didn't even stop to ask her, he just went ahead and put it in and fucked her until he came too.

And he'd been right. It still didn't feel very good, but at least it didn't hurt so much this time. And since it hadn't hurt so much, it was easy to just go ahead and let him fuck her the next day too. And then the next day after that. In fact, for the next two weeks Annie let Jack fuck her every day after school, and eventually it even started to feel good, just like he'd told her it would. By the third week of their new activity that's all they were doing was fucking; they didn't even bother with the playing and the licking and the sucking anymore. And Annie got to where she was enjoying it and looking forward to it even more than the other stuff. Even more than the rides home in his cool car. She still worried sometimes that they might get caught and get in trouble, but mostly she didn't even care. Because she'd finally gotten what she wanted. She was a Cool Girl.