It was a knife. He walked slowly towards me, laughing at the site of me struggling but at the sight of the knife I fell still again, my eyes following...his every move. Again he loomed over me on the bed and held the knife close to my skin above my chest. The room span, my mouth was suddenly completely dry and I thought I was going to pass out. With a flash he ran the blade right down my body, I tried to scream but nothing came out. I took me a moment to realise I wasnt hurt, but my dress and bra. Ah, damn, that reminded him. If those tests came back clean, he needed to have a talk with Aron and tell him the accident had flipped him and he only wanted to top now.Fuck, he thought again, fiddling with his coffee cup. Just the flash of an image showing Aron nicely presenting his muscled back and ass was making him want to make a run for the bathroom and take care of business there. He was pretty damn annoyed with the thing between his legs springing to attention at the slightest mention of. Then she bent slightly more and kissed just below his earlobe. Her tongue snaked out the lick the man's ear. He stirred. David stretched and Angela's hand traced down his torso."Good morning" Angela said to her husband. "Enjoying yourself?" Well, yes, I am" David said."Out, lazybones! You need to get out of bed. Lucille has breakfast almost ready and it would be rude to keep her waiting. Now out, out with you, right now!"A bit reluctantly, David swung his legs over the edge of the bed after. She was a wonderful sister and I know she loved me as well. So it wasn't an act when I set out to be her champion. I stuck up for her. I defended her from my mom's sometimes erratic sense of fair play and when my friends teased her, I'd only let it go so far. I'd let those guys know that she was my sister and not to disrespect her. Jean, at first, was uncertain, but her loving nature pushed right through. She spoke to me with affection and began to engage me in conversation, at first about.