She hung herself on pull-up bar and was doing leg-raises for her lower abs.I stood there watching the white cheesy skin getting folded whenever she ra...sed her legs and also noticed that she was doing it wrong. Whenever she raised her legs, she did it with a jerk. I kept quiet for once and did my pull-ups after she had completed her first set.She stood there and I could trace her eyes watching my arms bulging every-time I lifted my body up. After completion of my first set I gave way to her for. But you owe me."Seriously, when did my little sister become such a manipulative little bitch? Was it just a matter of turning 14? If so, I was dreading the day the twins turned into evil little teenagers. "Owe you? I'll already do just about anything you ask, Brooke."My sister turned back to face me. "Not anything," she mused with a heated, lustful look on her face. But the moment passed and her face softened. "I figure if I collect enough favors, we can negotiate." She giggled and I started. "Call me Tag, Mr. Smoot." He liked things friendly and amiable."Fine then, Tag it is, and you can call me Mr. Smoot, Tag?" Shit, thought Tag, one of those! Well, fuck it! I've all ready sold my soul to the devil, so why not the rest of me? I want to be a team hooker, don't I?"Fine then, Smoot it is." He had purposely left out the Mister, but had smiled warmly at the man. Smoot frowned and ran a hand through his hair. Tag noticed the man's entire head of hair had shifted slightly. Not a lot, but. She let out a gasp, and Clare’s eyes sprung open in delight."Hello darling! We heard your taxi pull up. Do you like our little surprise?"Ned was speechless. How had she known he was coming home early? What a home coming she had arranged!Sally lifted her head from between Clare’s thighs. A quick nod from Clare and Sally turned to face Ned. She took his throbbing cock in her hand and started to lick the tip. Clare slid from the bed and helped Sally to guide Ned down on to his back on the bed..