She turned in shock to see a man looming before her – tall, gaunt, wrinkled face, glinting eyes. As she stared at him, he slammed the door and she h...ard the latch click with finality. She was sick with fear. He smiled. He had bad teeth. “You must be Kathy. I’m Tad. I really lucked out – only one Roger Mansfield in the directory.” His eyes ran up and down her. “Yes, 16 is just fine with me and you’re right about your figure. Unless, of course, your bra is padded – and I plan to find that out. " Yes... brother... Mmm..." Your ass is mine!" Yes... Mmm... brother... Ohh..."As I stood there, fucking my naked sister up her ass, her blindly agreeing to my commands, I realized the severity of what I was doing. I had considered the possibility of something a little sexual, but not to this extent. I was thinking a kiss or a handjob at the absolute most, but here I was, my dick up her asshole as I continued to brainwash and condition her to be my little slave. Would it even be possible to. The two men were clearly middle-eastern. One was a little over six feet and just under two hundred pounds. He had a runner's body and hawk like features. If it came to blows, I HAD to take him down first, or I wouldn't live long enough to worry about the other one. He was shorter, perhaps five foot seven, built exactly like a fire hydrant, and had no neck, what-so-ever. His arms looked like he'd spent his life getting into knife fights. There were scars running up, down, and all around.Their. Miami discussion.And as the days of April slipped by, I felt that things were getting on more of an even keel for me and Jill. I loved the fact that not only did I have Mondays and Tuesdays with Jill, but that we now also had most of the weekends together. Jill was pretty good at keeping her Friday nights / Saturday mornings with Malcolm under control – she’d normally be home early afternoon Saturday, giving us six or seven hours together before she had to head to work as well as all of Sunday.