She mixed the liqueur in and was ready to go. Rich was sitting in the living room watching tv, so Tiff went in with the float and sat down, setting it...on the coffee table. Her brother saw it in no time at all, and quickly grabbed it. Rich was quite cute, he had wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice body, he just liked telling on his little sister.Rich drank the float quickly, saying, "This is pretty good, go make me another one you little brat or I'll tell mom and dad". She gladly went to it.. It was a secret that would be locked away forever.As she felt his cock moving around the edges of her sex, she gave some thought to just doing it now but decided that it would be better if she had more time to consider how to do it. “Okay,” she told him. “Tomorrow it is.”“You aren’t going to back out on me?” he asked.“No,” she answered as she ran the fingers of one of her hands through his hair. “I want it as much as you do, I think…”“Good,” he said as he rolled over on his back. Within a. Her talent for singing and writing songs had been found when she was eighteen. She had moved out of her foster home by then and was singing for money at the local club that Decan Beckham, a talent scout, was at. He asked her the very next day if she wanted to be famous. Her reply had been, ‘Ever since I was little.’ After that, the years seemed to fly by and almost before she knew what was going on she was so rich she could roll in it. By the time she was 21, she had had nine top ten hits. The. .. Only a dream..."Then as Brad picked up a stiletto heeled boot, he noticed somethinginside. A cold knot formed in stomach as he turned the boot over andemptied it in front of him. His eyes widened in disbelief as he staredat a pile of money. Suddenly his horrible dream from the night beforehad just become a whole lot worse.--------------------In a room that was not a room, in a place that was not a place, MissChiff sat back in a recliner watching a large flat screen TV. Shegrinned in.