For me, she is my slave. I can do whatever I want with her. It’s all business. I asked her stand up. She stood up. I asked her bend down and pull he... top wide down the neck with her hands to show her boobs. She did exactly like she was told. She was wearing pink bra.I closed my laptop and kept it aside. I made her sit on my lap and asked me to suck my tongue. She licked my lips and sucked my tongue like she is giving blowjob to my tongue. Then, I stopped her. I hold her face with hands and saw. "Oh, shit. She must remember about last night. Didn't I tell the girls to forget what happened? NO! I HADN'T! And now she's remembered!I knew that I was totally fucked now. But I had to answer her. "Um... it's about ten minutes to get there from here. Let me ask my mom if I can go there..."I put down the phone and went to find my mom. I remembered her mentioning my getting home late last night, and that she obviously hadn't forgotten it. Would she allow me to go to the mall this morning?I. "We've ... you and I, we've ... well, just never been very close for whatever reason. You ... Stacy, me ... David, it just sort of, sort of happened for some reason I guess." Maybe. But I think there's more to it than that," I pressed, standing up looking out the open-aired area of the gazebo back towards the main island though there was no hint of anyone approaching us yet, turning around facing her again, though standing only a few feet away from my sister now. "I know for a fact, ever since. Do you guys want to eat in here or in the dining room?" I like kitchens," I volunteer. "Dining rooms make me self-conscious about my manners." Yeah, me too," Sally agrees. "Come on already, I'm starving!"The lasagna is terrific and the conversation is fun and animated. Sally is a freshman at the State University about thirty miles north. She says she'll be coming down on the weekends to spend time with her favorite aunt whenever she can manage it. I find myself hoping that means every weekend..