As I entered the front door, I called for her, but received no answer. This was strange because she is almost always sitting on the couch watching tv ...r reading a book. I walked to our bedroom door and found it almost all the way shut. I peeked in and saw her leaning over her makeup desk writing on some pieces of paper. I smiled as I thought she was also adding a few extra ideas to her bucket. But when she finished, instead of dropping them in, she dumped her bucket into the trash can and. .wha...what?’ I stammered in response. ‘Get those clothes off, now! Remember what I said unless you want your friends to find out then you will do as I say.’ I pulled off my tee-shirt and dropped my jeans. Oh God, how embarrassing there I was in nothing but a little lace thong, one ball had escaped the tiny gusset and was hanging out the side. ‘Do you like the feel of them against your cock?’ she enquired, in a matter of fact way. I nodded my head, still looking at the floor. ‘Is that why you. “I assume that’s a yes.”She nodded and the Powers that Be left us.“Chicken!” I hollered. Seven said in my head. “Who? Cyn’s kid?”Well ... Shit!I turned to the ‘Fast Reaction’ boat crew as they boarded with immense pumps and tools.“Need help?” asked the boat pilot. Naturally, he spoke Ukrainian. I didn’t ... oh I know ... Krys has been trying ... but ... not enough to understand. I looked at our politicians daughter.“Yes, please. Thank you.” Krys said.No sooner said than big diesel pumps were. “Let’s go.” he said, smiling at me. He stood up on his feet, reaching his hand out to help me up. I took it, and with all of his strength, he pulled me up into the air, landing on my feet against his chest.“I wanted to get up, not fly!” I said teasingly.“I’m already flying when I’m around you.” he said.I blushed again and slapped his chest teasingly, “Stop it!” I left the warmth of his chest, grabbing the bag of corn from the floor and walking through the door and up the stairs. My brother.