Are you ready to change your name?”“Now, you’re confusing me.”“Let me say it this way. Your name has been affecting your attitude, as well a... the expectations of those around you. You’re proud of your heritage, as am I, but in your case you often allow that to control your emotions. A sure step toward solving this problem would be a name change.”“I’m still not sure I understand, but if you think that being named Mark Grey Fox is better than my current name, then I’ll consider it - seriously. She actually seemed a little nervous; not at all like the cool, confident young mother I had gotten to know at practice. She was wearing a dress, all pink and flowery and very feminine, totally different from the exercise clothes I was used to seeming her in. As she finished up her dinner preparations, I noticed that there were only two place settings on the small dining room table. "Where's Lee?" I asked."Oh, he's spending the night with a friend," she explained, giving me a smile and a sort. "Say, big brother how do you fancy doing me and my friends a favour?"Brian knew he had no choice but to co-operate, he was utterly under her control which was why he found himself just a few days later standing in front of the girl's football team. If he was honest he had quite enjoyed the training session, he had always fancied himself as a coach and it was nice to show off in front of an audience. Of course wearing his sister's panties and sports bra under his boys shorts and shirt made him. Er schien diesen Zwiespalt zu spüren, denn er sah mich an, mit seinen dunklen Augen, die eine tiefe Ruhe auszustrahlen schienen. Ich geriet regelrecht in seinen Bann. Er ließ meine Arme los, strich meine nassen Haare aus meinem Gesicht und wir versanken in einem endlosen Zungenkuss. Dann fing er wieder an, sich in mir zu bewegen. Unendlich langsam.Irgendwann, nach einer Ewigkeit wie mir schien, glitt er aus mir heraus. Er richtete sich ein Stück auf und zog mich dabei mit sich hoch. Er war.