” Stacy counters back.“Oh shut up! You know we’re not blood-related.”Pressing her advantage, Stacy smugly responds, “Well, it doesn’t matt...r. He’s still your brother.”Emily, turning half away, starts to lift her nose up in the air, and with an uppity voice, “Well!” She exclaims, like she had just been given the biggest insult of her life, and finishes it off with, “I don’t know why I should do you any favors when all you do is ... is ... insult me!”No longer able to carry on this feigned fight. Lifting out the plug I let the water disappear. I looked over my naked body in the floor to wall length mirror. I was tall and cuvee with an hour glass body shape, my arse plump and heart shaped and was defiantly sexy. My nipples had gone hard due to the cold of the bath and made me feel horny, although I didnt think much of my boobs there was at least a good handful. My hair was black and red and contrasted my pale skin. I rubbed my hands over my boobs and my arse, feeling increasingly horny.. Besides the bed, the room's otheritems of furniture were a chest of drawers, a large wardrobestuffed with the sorts of clothes 13 year old girls worethese days, a desk on which was a laptop computer and a pileof school books with several rows of bookshelves on the wallabove, and a dressing table. On the dressing table was avariety of jewellery, two lipsticks, four small bottles ofnail polish, and a diary. Hanging from the mirror wereseveral necklaces, a crucifix and rosary beads.Sitting at the. " She replied."Good girl. Look at you, you filthy whore, cum on your face, your face stained with tear streaks from your whore make up, your fat pierced cow udders hanging down. You're just a dumb big titty whore made for nothing but taking cocks in your holes aren't you?" "Yes, Sir." Are you ready for some cock now?" Yes, Sir. Please!" She said eagerly."Well, look at you! The whore has learned her place, and some manners! I think you deserve a reward now." And with that I pushed myself back.