I did as he said, and then I stood back two paces and looked her up and down as she stood looking almost forlorn in just her heels and pantyhose.“Ga...her back her hair, Jonathan. It hides her breasts,” he told me.I stepped forward and reached around her and gathered up her dark hair, bringing it back behind her shoulders in a ponytail and then freeing it to cascade down her back. Standing behind her, I imagined her perfect breasts, how they would look to Marcus on this his first viewing. I. She simply never touched him, or even leaned into his direction. There was no affection at all. Her dark eyes met his. "Maybe there is something we can do to make life easier." She cocked her head at him. "What do you like to do?" Um..." "I need to get out of here." He swallowed, and looked about, trying to plan an escape. "Well, I draw. What about you? What do you do?"She slithered a bit. "This and that. I do modelling. Dancing." She shifted in her seat. "If you ever need someone to draw, I'm. “I’m Todd. I better call Heaven and let them know that I’ve found their missing angel.” I rolled my eyes at the cheesiness, and turned around expecting Lily to be doing the same. Instead, she was laughing and fluttering her eyelashes, clearly caught in his trap. Sensing that I could strip naked and set myself on fire and these two still wouldn’t notice me, I sloped off to the toilets, eager to get rid of the irritant thong. After walking around the club for what seemed like a lifetime, I. .. It would have been a dream come true to have been the one that impregnated her. I wanted her attraction and her more than anything else. Despite my getting caught spying, my craving and desire for her never ebbed. I wanted to feel her, touch her, taste her, caress her, penetrate her and love her still. I was and am infatuated with my sister. Since then, I have had multiple partners, almost as many as my sister, so I do have a base of reference on what I like, and what other women are.