You can just forget all this bullshit you’re talking about.”I sat up preparing to lay into her but felt a hand on my shoulder.“Lilka, you need t... calm down. Barnim is 18 and to be honest, there isn’t a thing you can do about it.”Grandfather stepping in was out of the norm. We were usually left to defend ourselves.“I distinctly remember you doing something that I was adamantly against when you graduated. You did it even though I opposed it.”Well, this was a unique twist, something I’d never. I take a cold glass of water and throw it over the shower door and give him a surprise. He lets out a yell as it the water hits his back. I see his face pressed up against the frosted shower door. "I will get you for that lil lady." We both start to laugh. "Sorry about that." I say in an innocent voice. "Oh you are not getting off that easy." "Hurry up in there, we don't want to be late for my parents." "Do they know I am coming?" "No." "NO!" he says in a panicked voice. "Oh trust me, my. "Yes, the Smith is a bit sweet on the Butcher."As they approached her door, sounds of shouting came to them from within."What do you suppose is going on?" Gareth pulled open the door and stepped inside.Prince M'hul watched raptly as one slow drop formed on the mouth of the upturned bottle, then fell into his empty cup. None of the other bottles on the table seemed to have any contents left either."Where is that Gareth!?" he grumbled and considered ordering another bottle. "He knows I hate to. Giggling, Becky pulled me closer and planted a serious kiss on my lips, using enough tongue to make my morning wood even worse. She pulled me to her breasts and shoved my face between them as well, encouraging me to enjoy both of her boobs. Then she pulled my face back up to hers to make out with me all over again.“Mmmm ... baby brother, a girl could get used to this! That was so great, breaking so many rules and fucking my own brother, my white, underage brother, no less. You didn’t seem to be.