" I toss the phone onto the nightstand and lay flat on top of my sister. "How do you want to play this?" I ask. She looks at me a long time before she...answers."I'm not sure I can initiate this, Brandon," she finally says. "I want you to make this happen for me." I lightly kiss her lips."Okay, Sis," I say, gently rocking my cock in and out of her pussy. "We'll just savor this nice feeling without using up all of our energy." Sounds nice," she says, wrapping her arms around my neck and pushing. Her. Go. Or.." She looked somewhat at a loss for words. Scott's slick cock was still out and she could tell by the small whining behind her that the boys hadn't stopped fingerfucking her. She even heard one of them unzipping his pants. They were too outnumbered here. "Or what?" He asked. His hand went to Trixie's wrist and she looked at him pleadingly. "Let her go, and I'll do whatever you want. W-we won't tell. She doesn't know any better and she doesn't deserve to be treated like this.. So what if we were only friends. I will take care that she doesn’t feel sad even once when I am around. I would always keep her smiling. I always used to interact a lot with her, make her laugh, tease her and share stuff with her. Good times pass by fast, don’t they? Now back to that fateful day. She looked stressed in the office. I too wanted a break. I went near her and asked her for a coffee. Frankly I didn’t want another cup. I had had enough of it already, but the prospect of spending time. It wasn’t like him at all. ‘Well, if it’s for the sake of research then I suppose I can let you know that I’m not married and don’t have a boyfriend.’ ‘Ahh, you have helped the story incredibly with this most recent research. Now I know just what to write.’ ‘Don’t let it be said of me that I was the clog in the wheel of your becoming a world renowned author, so I shall bring your pie and leave you to your writing.’ But when she returned with the pie she was curious as to what it said and.