“Well...” I began, looking down at my completely naked form on top of the bed that hadn’t even been turned down last night. I guess I just strip...ed and collapsed on the covers like Dad had done. Then sniffing the air, I detected a familiar musky odor, and then quickly realized ‘Shit! I forgot to put his cum-soaked shirt in the wash like I had promised,” and crinkled my face at my forgetfulness.“Well ... my plaaan ... is to clear my head and fill stomach as soon as possible with a good breakfast. I honestly had to think about it, no I was a little pervert and she was my masturbation inspiration. I couldn’t say that to her so I just tried to look disappointed and said. “Fine friend you are. You just get used to seeing someone almost every day. Whatever.” I grumbled and walked back to my room. Halfway there my sister said. “She has the flu and doesn’t want everyone else to get it….. happy?” I just shrugged and went into my room. My balls were so full of cum they ached. I could’ve. .. He looked at her and asked how she wanted him to proceed. " Don't make love to him, i want him FUCKED, HARD. I want to hear him scream and cry the little pervert". Her last order to me before she sat back and watched and laughed was - "my eyes. look straight into my eyes. i swear i'll punch you in the balls every time i see you look away from my eyes. I want you staring straight at me so I can SEE the exact instant you stop fighting and turn cock loving gay". With that Daymean got a shit. “So Megan can you make the salad,” I asked as I threw in the basket bag of salad mix. It was fresh lettuce tomato and some garden greens I didn’t recognize.“I can open the bag,” she said.“That’s good, but you have to wash the green stuff as well,” I said. “When we get home, that is going to be your job. I’m going to be busy cooking Glop.”Which is exactly how it worked out. I cooked the Italian meal. Megan made the salad while Linda sat in the living room relaxing. After dinner I showed Linda.