Someone I could share my deep secrets with, stay up late and talk about boys, and a bonus an extra closet of clothes to have because we would share ev...rything. Little did I know what sharing everything really meant to Kelly. Kelly and I both were accepted into the sorority and were over the moon.The sorority house was amazing, it was big and white with deep chocolate wooden floors. There was a giant marble staircase and beautiful furniture as well as chapter photos in big gold frames. My door does this all the time, and shuts itself after a while. 30 seconds passed, and my door didn't shut, so I looked over. I noticed my sister standing there, watching me. I froze. "Jesus Christ, Jay, don't you knock!?" I shouted. My sister walked in to my room, "I'm sorry, Chris, Mum just told me to tell you her and dad are going out for a bit" she said, her eyes fixed on my hard-on. My sister, Jasmine - or Jay for short - is 19, 5ft 2" with large breasts. They must have been at least 32D.. It wasn't Zoe's fault! It wasn't even Mom's fault, given how she'd grown up and the man she'd married. I didn't blame her. I didn't want to be angry with Zoe, either, a girl I hadn't even properly met yet. But that didn't change the fact that I was angry, and very jealous. Not to mention frustrated, since I couldn't do anything about it. I'd barely even recognized my feelings, so I could scarcely go barging in to Mom's room and profess my undying love for her. I doubted it would do any good. “Would you be so good as to return the compliment, Miss Rosalie?” he enquired. “Certainly, Mr Havers...” Now it was Rosalie’s turn to go around to the other side of the table and take hold of a pair of wrists. Havers tapped the soft flesh of Julia’s nates. It shook jelly-like and, as with Melissa, there was a convulsive twitch of anticipatory dread. Havers felt the mounting throb-throb of his lust. It wouldn’t be long before he felt that bottom, underneath him... He laid on six strokes in.