" But you still wished for me to be normal first?" You are my little brother. Or... were, I guess." Yeah, well, you hardly ever made me feel like it."...I'm sorry. It's just... Ever since mom died I've just felt so alone. Dadonly wants to see me as his 'perfect little princess'. I couldn't talk to himabout normal woman things like really bad periods. And I think he'd freak ifI told him I wanted to be in bed with anyone, much less another woman. Iguess I just took it out on you." She looked at. She likes to wear thong panties or go commando, sometimes she wears a bra, and when she does they are very sexy and a 32-C. Her breasts are so firm that she really doesn’t need one.Crystal’s mother lets her go braless because she does it most of time herself but not at work. She knows that I like seeing her hard nipples and that great cleavage of hers. On her last birthday she joked about being the same age as her bra size, 34-D. Now she looks good in her bikini too. She likes to lay in the sun. It is great fun.” He pointed over to a larger stone building reminding me of an English manor, “That is our slave training facility; the finest in the country. Every girl or guy who graduates from that place has a home within months.” I could see several girls on the lawn being whipped. I had never seen anything like it. They screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Deep inside me I felt something stir. When I looked up, the guide had moved on with my family. I caught up quickly.“…and of. Come shower with me and I'll bring you up to speed."With that the two of them headed off to the bathroom. The view from my position was heavenly. I made the bed, picked up the stray bits of clothing, folded them and laid them on the chair thinking that one nice little bonus of oral sex was no wet spot, cuts down on the laundry. I chuckled to myself and headed out to do the dishes. By the time the girls were out I was relaxing on the patio with a large orange juice and a couple of pieces of.