"The number of bones broken in Mister Hodge's body by your assault nearly amounts to an attempt of murder; you're damned fortunate not to have been th... charged with that offence."He shook his head at my ignorence of the law."Believe me, Mister Desmond, if CPS do not reduce the charge, and remove 'with intent' from the charge sheet, we will have a real fight on our hands." He saw the anxious expression flitter across my face."But have no fear, I am confident CPS will take the easier option of a. I thought the house was empty and she was at an outing.My first awareness of my sister’s presence was a succession of bright flashes. I immediately tore her underpants from my face and froze for a second before I franticly tried to pull my pants up. Continuing to snap pictures Sloane yelled, “Don’t you dear touch those pants”, which was said with such authority I obeyed.I tried to put my legs together to hide my humiliatingly small cock from my domineering sister but she said, “Unless you want. That evening, before she went to bed, she pulled a nightie out of the closet. She had to remove the tags, and wondered briefly why she had been refusing to wear nighties and sleep in the nude. Whatever it had been she now realized how silly she had been. Nighties were just so... girly.When she went in to fuck Lisa that Friday, she asked, "Mind if you just fuck me some more? I just don't seem to have an interest in fucking you anymore."Wanda said, "I figured on this happening," and pulled a. There was the slightest slur to her words, and the redness in her cheeks deepened as I put my hand on her inner leg. “I’m glad you’re - I missed you.”“I’ve missed you too.” I said, squeezing her thigh for emphasis. “In more ways than one. Do you feel the same?”“Yeah.” Sophie giggled again, and flushed a deeper shade of red. Her eyes sparkled playfully and she looked more than eager. “I think I might be a little tipsy. What were we saying?”“You were just telling me how much you liked what I did.