. if ... I wasn't the first one." I don't understand, Jen." Ron narrowed his warm hazel eyes, just like my dad used to do it when he was thinking hard..."There aren't very many people around who can do what my mom did, even today, and twenty years ago ... She was probably the only one." Wait. You think your mom ... made me?" My mom and dad," I nodded, except they'd told me I was the only one. They wouldn't have lied to me, I knew that."You're my sister?" Ron blinked at me."I don't know." But why?. I break out in cold sweat. Its the worst feeling in the world. To avoid it, I’ll do anything Daisy wants. At first things weren't that bad. She would torture me for her own amusement. I would run out and pick up her food or do her laundry. Soon I was giving her massages. She would tell me what to do to make things more convenient for her. Daisy would come into the bathroom to kick me out if she wanted to shower. She want a modest person and was determine to change me so i wasn't either by the. They would bring him to the edge and then back off. They both got up and left the room.Almost immediately Carrie was back leaning on the doorway. In the dim light he could see she was wearing a big ribbon around her waist with a bow hanging down to cover her pussy. When had she changed into that?"Happy birthday Uncle Bill. Are you ready for some fun?" She said in a sultry voice. She was going to be Kelly for him. That was one of his favorite fantasies. Her hips swayed as she walked to the bed. Presented that way, I realized that jealousy had been among the various emotions I was experiencing. “Pissed off,” I nodded. “Offended, mostly for you.” “And jealous,” she said, emptying her glass and holding it out for a refill. “Maybe some,” I admitted, pouring a generous helping from the bottle. “You want me to be your bitch?” she asked, in more of a statement than a question. I shook my head. “No, sweetheart. I don’t think you need to be anybody’s bitch.” Shania took a long pull at her.