Molly leaned close, her breast grazing my arm. I nervously cleared my throat and began to go though some of the material.Molly acted like she was list...ning but I think it was farce. As the evening wore on, I felt more and more pressure on my arm until her breast was practically flattened against my forearm. It was impossible for me to deny that she was coming on to me. However, just as I began to say something to discourage her, Molly boldly reached over and grabbed my thigh. I jumped, looked. A full face of makeup would onlymake her look girlier, but then it hardly mattered anymore. When shelooked in the mirror all she saw was a flat chested but pretty girl, evenwithout the makeup. Even naked she would probably be mistaken for a girlas the caged cock hardly did anything to make her look manly that tinypink cage was pretty much the only thing that gave away she wasn't agirl.The longer she desperately tried to cling to her manhood the more shestarted to realise that she might be. She noticed that if she wanted her brother to really fuck her good, he had to cum first. She saw the struggle not to cum right now in her handsome brothers eyes. “Pull it out Sev" Isabella said “Why? Is something wrong?”“No offcourse not baby, but I can see you are on the brink of an orgasm. So I’m going to make you cum with my mouth first, and swallow your hot load”“Sorry sis, I just can’t help these feelings I have for you. You are making me feel so fucking amazing. That is why I am almost. This will change your life.All around her, this eerie sort of music -- like something from a hybrid horror-porno -- began playing, and a moment later a recorded monologue of rather cheesy, almost religious ceremonial babble began. This was Clara's official introduction -- without the stating of her name, of course -- to the men on the other side of the door, as well as the statement of her commitment to perform that final act that would make her a Zeta for life. She looked down at herself.