"I'll do it." I cried as he raised his hand again. "What will you do." he asked cruelly."I'll clean your cock." The belt lashed my breasts. "Ahhhh." Y...u'll clean the shit off my cock." Yes, I'll clean the shit off your cock." He pushed me down and moved his cock in front of my face. I could smell his cum mixed with my shit. I felt sick. He pushed it against my lips rubbing it against my mouth. I eventually opened my mouth and he stuck it in."Now suck it good and use your tongue. Get it nice. "Well, I see that you are finally awake. Do notice that I have NO covers on my side of the bed?" I guess so," I said."And do you know who rolled around in the bed and kept me awake most of the night?" Did I do that?" I answered."If we are going to get married, and sleep together, your night behavior needs to change. I know we will probably be sleeping on a larger bed, but your night time behavior needs to change, and I need you to change, now!"Then Jane got off the bed and went over to her. No additional bullshit cost. What do you say?" he continues before leaving noah a deal that sounds fishy.Before he knew it, Noah enters his apartment carrying a large cardboard box before opening it to see the TV he just bought for £5. He quickly sets it up expecting some kind of issue but is surprised as it turns on properly. He then reaches back into the box and pulls out a strangely shaped remote and changing the channel to a simpsons episode. The episode is running just fine with no faults. The girl in the open magazine was some poor guy’s daughter. Probably because of how I felt about Hannah, I wanted to believe she also had a brother. And I also assumed that both men looked at these pictures just like I did, imagining her as a sexual being ... imagining fucking her.This is the sort of thing that worms its way into your mind and convinces you, somehow, that you’re not alone ... you’re not so different after all ... and that thinking about fucking your sister might not be as crazy.