At the top of the stairs, Paul paused and took a second to think, now that he had her here, where to put her. Throughout the trek to his apartment, he...hadn't given too much thought to why or what he was going to do with this skeletal girl, just a singular, unexplainable purpose of rescuing Abigail from the street.He opted for the spare bedroom. It was unfurnished as yet and he could lock her in behind a stout door. There was an old loft access where the floor sacks were hauled up, but it was. ”Listen”she said “Donna and I have played a lot and I loved it.Before this morning we had no interest in including a boy ,nor a cock too play with us .Seeing how Donna reacted and how all she could talk about today was fucking you,well”. She then took a deep breath before continuing “you are my brother ,which is pretty weird and supposedly taboo. I do have to admit that I kinda like the idea that we could do it anytime the urge hits. But” she emphasizes “but we have to keep it a secret okay”. He progressed faster through the church every so often he'd hear gigglingagain...where was that coming from!? the more he progressed through thechurch the more a dull ache, one that originally started as a slightnumbness in his backside moved up his body, he continued to scratch at hishead, his hair felt...shaggier?...he needed to get out of here..he turnedaround he heard something, a shuffling noise echoed across the floor."Who's there?!" Jay called out...nothing....he was getting. As she pulled away my right hand cupped her soft cheek. I had one small, millisecond of hesitation before I guided her face towards mine and planted a single lingering kiss on her lips. After that brief encounter she'd frozen about a centimetre from me. My eyes were still closed, unsure of how my friend would react. There was always flirtation between us, a hint of something bubbling under the surface but never anything this blatant, this obvious. When Lola didn't resist I moved my left hand.