Maneuvering the razor in slow motions down her thigh and onto her shin, I realized I hadn’t done the inside of the thigh, right smack-dab in the mid...le of her crotch. “Uh, Deb…” I said to her, “It’s kind of hard to get the whole thigh here. I’m going to have to move the shorts up some more.” Laughing, but, containing herself, my sister flipped the shorts leg up some more, exposing the ending of her pussy hair through her panties. “Like thaaat??” she joked, “Does that make it…Less hard, or more. " She then left, leaving me panting. Holy cats, she still can make me wet and she knows it.Yes, I knew I was being used, but frankly, I didn't care.I was worthless at work for the rest of the afternoon, wondering what she had in mind.I met her at the diner as planned. I sat in the booth across from her. "Are you all wet, daydreaming about licking me tonight?" was her opening question as I felt her bare foot glide up my leg. I nodded silently. "Well I want you to go home and wash that thing so. With my brother’s thick dick digging deep inside me, lips and tongue trying to suck every last bit of air out of me and his hands working magic on my breasts one by one, it didn’t take me much longer to release my love juices on to kitchen floor. It was trickling from my thighs and knees.He noticed the juice going waste into the floor, so he left my breasts and wiped a handful of my cum onto his palm and fed me my own cum. In that state, I’d drink poison out of his hands if he fed, and these. I got up and went over to the phone.“Yes, Father?” I said.“Subdeacon, I’m sorry to disturb your Sunday meal, but Deacon Grigory was taken by ambulance to University Hospital.”“Lord have Mercy! Bad?”“Very. Are you able to meet me at the hospital?”“Yes, of course. I’ll leave now, get my cassock, and be there in less than fifteen minutes.”“Thank you.”We said ‘goodbye’ and I hung up.“Deacon Grigory was taken to the hospital,” I said. “Father says it’s not good.”“Oh, no!” Tasha gasped. “Go,.