" I remember that time. Sam almost choked me a few times with his cum! We only did that about a dozen times over a few years." I snuck into my room af...er that. I was really jealous of you then. I wanted to do the same thing with him too. I wanted to get even with you. That night I snuck into his room and surprised him. I told him what I saw earlier and threatened to tell mom and dad. He begged me not too. I told him I wouldn't tell if he would let me do the same things with him. He happily. “Mmmm! So your cock responds to my threats? So if I tell you I am going to give you twenty-four strokes of the heavy cane? Oh yes, your cock seems to be growing, and what if I said one hundred strokes? You naughty ‘boys’ are such funny creatures!”She bundled my clothes together and locked them in a cupboard.“There is no escape for you now. You will only get your clothes back when I have finished with you, so time to go and see the headmaster.”A feeling of helplessness came over me. A point of. Sat on the kitchen worktop, I smile as you indulge my sugary tea habit almost without a second thought as we catch up with each others lives. I learn of your pain and heartbreaks as you learn of mine, and it burns to see the hurt behind your eyes. Time passes and the sadness turns to laughter as we reminisce over happier times, growing up together in high school, drunken escapades… I can barely take my eyes off you. You are just as lovely as you always were. It gets later and later, and we both. How could that matter? And what were you supposed to do?"Em whirled around. "I don't know, Alex, that's the problem! I don't know what I'm supposed to do!" She threw up her hands. "I'm not ready for this! I should know what to do but I don't! It's my family, it's my legacy, and I pushed it away, and now it's too late!" She waved angrily toward the clock."It's not too late. You don't even know if anything's supposed to happen at midnight -- all he told you was to be here, and you're here.".