He was heavy – non-compliant – defeated – drunk. It was messy. It reminded me of … me.That – and only that – gave me the strength to pull ...im up the stairs and into his room. I tossed him on his bed. He was mumbling now. Incoherently. “Handsome. Fucking handsome loser. Faggot.”I ignored that, knowing he was long gone and not sure whether he was referring to him or me.Off came the shoes. Then the pants. He resisted the shirt but I won, yanking it over his head. Fuck – I had to give the k**. And I think she’s even said that in her dreams, she usually says no at first, but then after a few minutes she just lets you take her, so don’t stop even if she says no.” “I don’t know if I can do this,” I said as Kim got off my lap and pulled me to my feet. My cock was hard and ready to go, but I was extremely nervous. “What are you talking about? You’ve fucked me three times in the past twelve hours, and it’s been amazing every single time. Now get up there and fuck your big sister!” She gave. “We don’t like it, but we do what we can to stop additional abuse.“Today, we will talk about getting into the world of the living and getting out without anybody noticing. All you have to do to return to The Grotto is to want to come back and say ‘return’ or ‘back’. When and where you do that is important because people are not used to seeing others simply vanish in front of them. Going out to the world of the living is more complicated because you need to specify where. And you MUST NOT be. ’ To my horror, my body did exactly that. My brain was screaming No! Don’t! My body climbed off the bed, knelt beside it and my hands came up into the prayer position. Hazel slid along the bed until she was opposite me. She spread her legs either side of me. ‘Please, Matthew, husband, kiss me there.’ Her finger pointed at her cleft. My hands dropped away. My face moved forward until I was kissing her. ‘Yes!’ Hazel squealed. ‘It works. You can stop now, Matthew.’ I couldn’t. I kept kissing.