It was no different from another person talking me into or out of some idea. Well, OK, yes, it was different, of course it was, but more in the means ...y which he did it than the ultimate effect. It was persuasion, not dominance.For the rest of the afternoon "nursing" consisted mainly of giving him a couple teaspoons of alcohol every two or three hours. It didn't, I knew from the residual knowledge he'd put in my head so effortfully the previous night, have the same effect on him that it did on. We’ll just stay right here until you feel better. You are going to have to be strong for Dara. She’s going to need you badly.’ She was a short, cute, little chubby thing, probably about ten years older than me. You could tell she had been very cute when she was Dara’s age. She sniffed and looked around for some tissues. I saw a box on a table and steered her over there. ‘Thank you, Mr. Granger,’ she said. ‘We shouldn’t leave her alone for very long.’ ‘You’d make me very happy if you called me. You asked for it, but it might hurt,” Drew stated.“I don't care. Just do me, please,” Diane gasped.With that, Drew started pushing his hand into Diane's wet pussy. Paul's sperm helped lube the stretched hole even more.Diane began pushing against the hand invading her pussy. She wanted it all. The widest part of his hand touched her pussy opening. Diane squealed as it got extremely tight. She felt pain and severe pleasure at the same time. It felt like her pussy was about to be split in half.All. . since Mom and Dad died,” this frail girl said finally standing up to her brother.“You promised me, Jeff, that you would never foist yourself on my sister. What do you have to say for yourself, before I beat the crap out of you?”Before he could advance on me, Di stood in front of me, protecting me, and saying, “He did not foist himself on me, whatever the hell that even means, Big Brother. He told me about the promise you two made about me. I can do whatever I want with whomever I want.