It's not so big that we could avoid each other all the time. Anyway, I wouldn't want to; she's my sister and I love her!"Maryanne looked at me but did...'t say anything else. For some reason later that day I asked her to marry me. She accepted and we celebrated in my bed. We were still there when Emily came home, calling out for us.We answered and she came into my room without pausing at the door. Mary and I hadn't quite covered ourselves so she saw that we were naked. We told her our good news. .German: Shut up you dirty whore – you fucking cock-teasing bitch. I’ll show you how to tease with a cock. I’ll bareback your fucking cunt. He pulled his belt from his jeans and efficiently secured her wrists behind her back- holding her thrashing legs and pulled her limp panties from an ankle then thrusting them in her mouth. German: You want to play, huh? I have been waiting to play with you all term, snooty bitch. With this he knelt on the back of her legs and picked up another belt with he. Knowing, without him saying, how torn up he is feeling. He had the same expression on his face in the kitchen that he had the night of her 16th birthday. That same ‘poor little you’ expression. Suddenly drawn back into a memory she had long been trying to forget, she suddenly sees herself in that stupid fluffy dress she had saved for months to buy…so sure her dad and brothers were throwing her a surprise party. They hadn’t, of course…they had never done anything more than push her around and. Mother stopped myplaying and told me to strike the chord that had jarred theirsensibilities whilst they were in the kitchen, but I had no idea whatshe meant. Quickly realising I was playing by ear; she stretched herfingers across the keyboard, played the chord and told me to copy it.When I tried and failed, she realised that my tiny fingers couldn'tstretch to almost an octave and that that was the reason for the bumnotes.Now I don't want to dwell too long on this part of the story,sufficient to.