News of our heroics had traveled quickly, and my hospital bed became a sort of shrine to passing soldiers who would drop in to express their gratitude...to both me and Vi, our actions having apparently saved the Avenger and its crew. We had destroyed the alien electromagnetic pulse generator in the nick of time, and the fact that it had been a squad of rookies who had saved the most decorated XCOM team was not lost on them. I had apparently earned my own nickname, they had started to call me. " "Go on. Say it. Say you like being a slut for your brother. I want to hear you say it. Mark wants to hear you say it." I like being a slut for Mark." I could have cum myself right there. But I was not going to let that happen just yet."Well, today is your lucky day, Barb. Mark has been here the entire time. He has seen your naked body. He has seen you cum. And he heard you say you want to be his slut. Do you have anything to say to him?" He isn't here, Dave."I turn to Mark and tell him. On the way up the path, I teased, "I wonder if Dad wants me to do any chores?" Carol just pulled my arm harder.I said, "Hi, Mom. Bye, Mom," as I was dragged past Mom.In our room, as Carol's clothes were flying off her, she demanded, "Tell me what we'll be doing in front of your team again."#4: #2: #4: #4: I said, "Wash car, lunches, and sex, Lily." Predictably Lily had looked a little surprised at my mentioning sex, so I said, "Mom and Dad know I have heaps of sex, so you don't have to worry. She snuggled her chest against my back and her hips against my butt.“I don’t know what to do,” I whispered.“Do what you feel is right for you.”“But what if I hurt someone like I did with Lissa?”“What if you don’t?”“Huh? That makes no sense.”“Mick, people get hurt. There are big hurts and there are little ones. There are hurts that kill you and ones that are so minor that you barely notice them. No one this week has been hurt to the point of death. You can’t control how others feel. You can’t.