" You don't know my father," Gabe said. He sounded annoyed, but she knew it wasn't because of her."You never talk about him." That's because he's a wo...thless sack of shit," he spat and Bailey was taken aback at the vitriol in his voice. A couple of times, she had asked about Gabe's dad, but his replies were always cryptic or vague.They fell silent for a long time. Bailey watched Gabe stew, knowing that he'd open up once he had a minute to gather his thoughts."Dad left us high and dry," Gabe. Even though Mr. Chalmers and Mrs. Parsons had both assured me that Mr. Parsons was going to leave me alone, and, I'd been told to stay out of his way, right after dinner he asked me to join him in his study. I'd never been in this room before, since it was reserved only for Mr. Parsons. I was a little nervous when he led me into the study. It was a smallish room, maybe fifteen feet by fifteen feet, and one whole wall was covered with books and notebooks in a dark brown wooden bookcase. The wall. As I slowly slid the matching silk panties up my nylon covered legs, I felt the familiar tingling in my balls and I began to get hard. I got harder as I slid the black full slip over my head. The cool silky garment was like the fingers of a lover as it trailed down my body. Melissa was addicted to silky slips and wore them all the time under whatever she wore. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and once again, I saw a stunning brunette female dressed in lingerie staring back at me. I. “I think once a day should keep the wet dreams away. Don’t you?”Before I could respond, she got up, grabbed her nightshirt from the floor and left. I was laying there in shock. I couldn’t believe what had just happened—what she’d just said. My little sister was going to jack me off every day. Holy Shit!As I lay there later trying to sleep, one question kept running through my mind: Was she doing that for me, or was she showing me how helpless I was, and how much control she had over me. I.