We'd have all that privacy in the fancy motel and..." Right, mom would let you spend the night with Todd in a hotel room." Shit, you're right. But I t...ought you planned on heading home and celebrating with your parents." George noticed how tired I looked and booked a room for me," Miko lied smoothly. "It's a relief actually what with Friday afternoon traffic. Besides, I plan on visiting the Smithsonian tomorrow. There's a cool new exhibit, and..." Hey I know. We'll meet you there. I'll pretend. She picked up an old, wood, twenty-four bottle Coca-Cola case and put it, upside down, next to the corner. She smiled at me and said, "I had to buy that damned thing at an antique store. It cost me twenty bucks. Worth every penny though. It's the perfect height." She stepped up on the case and her pussy fit perfectly against the corner. She reached up over me and brought down a bottle, drizzling the lubricant on the corner of the machine and my cock. "She must do this a lot.", I thought. When. “Shouldn’t we…” I trail off, wiping my mouth. Outside a giant Christmas tree flickers. It’s silver light has the snowflakes shimmering. Portia sighs, burrowing into her seat. “You worry too much. Don’t you ever stop thinking and just live?” “When your mother can literally threaten you with jail time… you fear not thinking.” Predatory hunger lights up in those too green eyes, paralyzing me like a hypnotist’s pendulum. She spills out of her seat toward me in a slow crawl, grey sweater dress. They had both undergone extensive psychological evaluation when they were only teenagers of 16. That was the result of having been written up as a study by their eccentric mother in a scientific journal given to sensational journalism.Their total lack of inhibitions with each other was decidedly abnormal in siblings of that age in a civilized society. Their single parent mother passed away shortly after they passed 18 and now at 19 years of age, they were living in a huge apartment in an.