Amelia appears

He leaned back, and I rolled over onto my stomach so I could look at him, propping my chin on my hand. He grinned at me, that impish grin, and I shuffled a bit closer until I was almost over him. He lifted one hand and gently brushed a lock of hair away from my face, and then stroked my cheek with his fingers. If I had been a cat, I would have purred. With my free hand I began to trail my piece of straw across his tummy. He laughed and grabbed my hand, we had a brief struggle and I ended up sitting on top of him again, looking into his eyes. He ran his hands down the sides of my body to the top of my thighs, and I subsided slowly on top of him.
“Julie wet her nappy!” piped Sis.

I jumped up. There she was with her teddy bear in one hand, and her other thumb in her mouth, its usual location. She was wearing a little pink yoked dress with a short skirt, ending in a bulge of frilly pants below the hem. I had to smile. There are times when I could strangle the brat, but she is very cute