I had lost track of time in my thoughts and jumped when I realized where we were: his house. God, I hadn’t been here in years. It looked just the sa...e as it had the last time I was here though, quaint. I unbuckled my seat belt and tried to push the car door open, but to no avail. I started to slightly panic, What’s going on here? “Oh, sorry, I must’ve left the child lock on for my little brother.” Mack apologized. He stepped out of the car, went around the front and like a perfect gentleman,. Ten gruelling months of rigorous teaching, correcting exam papers and internals and dealing with the lazy students had made her mind used to the routine. Switching off the alarm, she rolled over staring at the ceiling. “I am going to stay in bed all day”, she grinned. She was happy to finally get some rest and peace of mind. She made plans in the bed, thinking about taking the train back to her native place, that night or next day morning. It was only 7 in the morning and she had the day off so. Once we were both sitting cross-legged facing one another, Samantha began to slowly lean forward towards me. I smiled mischievously, and leaned back as she came towards me, inadvertently teasing my cousin. But soon I found her firm hand just behind my head as I leaned back. Its presence stopped any further movement, and I could feel her playfully taking hold of my ponytail."Sam, what are you doing?" I inquired, although I suspected that she would once again kiss me, just as we had done the. It's bad enough that you make me have sex with you. There is no way I'm going to let you handcuff me for your sick pleasure." She handed him a beer and sucked back the one left in her hand."You think you can 'allow' me to do anything to you?" He took a swig of his beer and laughed. "Here's the deal, Princess." She hated that nickname now. When she was young, it was cute. But now that he used it whenever he raped her, it felt dirty. "You're going to do whatever I tell you to do." Sam, please.