“What?” I asked from inside the closed door.“You said I made my bed, and I have to sleep in it. You’re right. If they find me, they’ll kill ...e” she said.“Not my problem” I countered.“Wait Jack!” she yelled again, jumping and stomping both heels like a spoiled brat.“What the fuck do you want?” I asked as I was walking away from the closed door.“You said I made my bed, and I have to sleep in it…what if I slept in yours…with you?” she said.“Nope…” I said, this time with a bit of gentleness in my. Her mouth is open, no dimple or smile now, she hates wax on her nipples, tough and you know it is comming.I take hold of her pony tail, pull her had back, have to keep her from getting away. A drip on her shoulder and slowly going around her neck, she is wrenching and wiggling with every drop but now she can see them drop and anticipate the pain. Her mouth is open, cheeks are red and flushed, I put my hands over her eyes as the wax drips and runs down between her breast, pull her head to one. She then moved to my brother and proceeded to clean him up as well. Finally she took the third cloth and wiped all the girl juice from my sisters pussy and thighs. She didnt say anything about what we had been doing because basically it had all been within the guidelines our parents had established. Later that evening mom and dad went to the movies along with my brother. My sister and I were left alone. And as usual when in the house, we were nude. We were in the living room again watching tv. I didn’t know it at the time, but from this moment on Madison’s respect for me changed. She always looked at me smugly and I always felt like she was assessing me in a way I could never fully explain. Oddly on occasion, Madison would pop up in my dreams. I never remembered them completely, I never do, but it seemed she always was in control, always smiling smugly and always flaunting her superiority over me. Looking back now, clearly it was my subconscience warning me of what was to come…but I.