The moans and gasps grew louder and louder. I blinked. It sounded like sex.That couldn't be right.Had my mom snuck over a man? Only... It sounded like...another woman. What the fuck was going on?My heart thundering, I had to find out. I padded to the stairs, the moans and groans growing louder and louder. That was definitely sex. I swallowed, my heart racing. I listened again, struggling to figure out what was going on.“Okasan!” someone who sounded a hell of a lot like my little sister moaned.. Or you will be." I was dumbfounded, but my brain was kicking into gear finally. Aurora was not the libertine, free-spirited dropout nymphomaniacshe seemed when she took up with me. She'd pretended to be thatkind of girl because, well, role-playing amused her, and I guess itgave her opportunities to test me. Her real purpose all along hadbeen to lure me here into this limo, castrated and with high-testhormones spreading through me to make me into...what? Anotherhunk? Another Charles? . After all, I had her naked and in my bed. She kissed back. I decided I liked her on the spot. She must have liked me too because she kept kissing me. Before this went any further, I decided that introductions were in order. I pulled my head back to break the kiss, but I kept my lips a fraction of an inch from hers."Hi," I said, looking into her gray eyes. I was still trying to think what to say to her."Hi, yourself." She grinned. "I hope you're Samantha." That's me," I admitted. "Who are you?". My new enemy jumped back up and pulled a knife on me, but I was ready for him. I waited for his first lunge then batted it away, and stepped inside his reach. Following through, I hit him straight in the nose, breaking it. The resulting blurring of his vision made it hard for him to see. Then, still holding his knife arm, I levered it forcing him to either drop the knife or I would break that arm. He dropped the knife, but I kept the hold on him, only releasing it, and him, when a visibly.