.“Well?”“Yes”.I laughed. “Yes what?”“Yes, it bothered me too.”“That we didn’t have sex?”“Yes! Yes!”Phew. Finally. Finally! I...’s like pulling teeth. She’s my sister but she’s a typical girl, it’s so funny, charming too.“I know,” I boasted.She smirked. “Anyway, too risky.”“That’s what condoms are for.”“You’re crazy.”We got quiet. The sexual tension was rising.“I’m your sister.”“You’re not just my sister though.”“What does that mean?”I was reluctant to spill the beans about this. I didn’t want to. Helen smiled at Frederick. He looked as if he was old enough to be in college, plus he was dressed about a preppie as you could get. He was wearing madras shorts with a matching, solid polo shirt. His sockless feet were clad in a pair of deck shoes. "Please, call me Freddie," the young man said as he stuck out his hand. "Hi, Freddie," said Helen, taking his hand. He didn't so much shake her hand as give it a couple of gentle squeezes. He had his father's good looks minus the excess weight. She. " He stood up from the couch and hovered directly over me, my face at the level of the button on his jeans. "I'll keep $300 from each job you do, you'll keep the other seven." He started to unbutton his pants. "Or I could just get on the phone and call your school district." Fearful and so desperately hungry, I stared at the giant cock emerging from the zipper as he undid his pants. Absurdly long and dark, it sprung out and slapped my nose as soon as it was free. The musky scent of precum and. " But higher than 160," she said."Yeah," he said blankly."Maybe it's because you didn't wait an hour after eating," Meghan suggested. "Remember, we were just testing the thing out." Yeah," he said. "Just a test. No sense in even writing that one down."While Ken put a tissue on his bleeding finger and applied direct pressure, Meghan threw away the used strip and the used poking device and stowed everything back in its proper place. By the time she was done, Ken had his hemorrhage under control..