"Where you gonna live?"I didn't know the answer to either question. We'd put off setting a date. Somehow it had seemed too big a step; we'd needed a l...ttle time for our new closeness to soak in. And we hadn't talked about where--just about a little white clapboard with a picket fence and a brick walk.But that wasn't really what Mark was thinking about. He was wondering where he'd be. He was wondering what place there would be for a fifteen-year-old kid brother when his sister was a new. "Well. What do you think?" I could barely breathe much less talk. But somehow I managed to stammer out my appreciation of what I was seeing. Mum seemed genuinely grateful for my reaction. I could tell she was really enjoying this little show. She would look at herself in the mirror as she turned first one way than another. All the while she would ask me questions about what, I thought. She asked me if the make-up was too much, etc. I was too busy staring to give very meaningful replies. Finally. "Ta-da!" MK burst back into the room wearing a fire engine red, lace,bodycon dress. Narrow shoulder straps connected to inverted-V shapedcups that showed the large, firm, natural shape of her large breasts.The form fitting stretch garment clung to every millimeter of her bodyfrom her breasts to her thighs and ended just inches below the spotwhere her legs met her torso. It transformed her fit body from prettyto voluptuous. She was the embodiment of teenaged sexy." Holy shit!" Ella said, way too. ”He let out that dark laugh of his and I shuddered. “Of course you were. Such a slut for me, aren’t you?”I closed my eyes. Suddenly I knew where to get him.“Yes, Daddy.” I said in a cute voice. “I’m a slut for you.”This time it was him to shiver. I smiled.“Baby,” he said, but it was the last thing I heard; I disconnected. My mind was foggy. He had pulled me by my hair, causing me the most pleasurable pain I’ve ever felt. His bare chest was firmly pressed against my bare back, and I was going.