I flung the bedroom door open and gestured for her to cross the threshold. She sat on the bed and patted it for me to follow. I sat next to her.“Con...ole me,” she said, leaning towards me, so I put my arm around her shoulder, unsure of how far I was being invited to go.“God, you’re not very good at this, are you?” she complained humorously, putting her face in front of mine and looking into my eyes. Those dark pools with their jet black pupils drew me in. I put my arms around her and kissed her. The water was fine and cool. Kirsten came out in a small sexy red bikini, carrying lotion, and a silly straw hat; she sat in a lounger by the pool.I hung on the edge of the pool and stayed in the water. "Mom does not suspect, she knows!" Yes, she knows, she told me. But she does not care as long as you marry me." Sis aimed that killer smile at me."Sis' you're happy that mom knows aren't you? You want me locked in and forced to marry you!" Yes!"I laughed and Kirsten broke into a smile, she was. The day might just as well have been as black as the previous afternoon. For a moment she thought of the tablets in the bathroom medicine cabinet, then the cliff top where the incoming waves boiled below. The thought passed, but it was to return again. Chapter 3. Defiant Spirit. It returned when a few days later the telephone rang and she heard Mark’s voice on the other end of the line. He was sending someone to collect his things, would she mind packing up his clothing and pointing out to. It was a tug of war between my old hopes and dreams and the epiphany of White Cock Superiority, coupled with confusing feelings for Instructor Mike. The fear and uncertainty was creeping back in. I guess such a rapid change can lead to an equally rapid response pushing me back.Mike walked into the living room carrying 2 different colored drinks. His hair was a bit tussled after the shower and that along with his beard made me stare at him longingly. He was wearing blue silk pajamas and I.