”“She’s very pretty,” he said not taking his eyes off of her. I pulled him away from the sliding glass door.“If you want to be introduced, I...can arrange that, Ok?”“Yes, please?”April pulled her step-brother away and sat him down on the sofa, while I opened the door and said, “Hey” to my lovely sister.“Hey, Harry, how’s it hangin’?”That surprised me so much I started to laugh. After calming myself down, I told her that April’s step-brother Jamie wanted to meet her, and he was here. I described. His conscience warred with his libido as he watched his cum run out of her pussy and down the inside of her leg. On one hand, he felt guilty for leaving such vicious marks on her. But he came so fucking hard and she had done so too. He considered leaving her like this, she looked so hot with her pussy open, available, and used. But the welts on her bottom looked painful and his sense of decency won out. He released her restraints and sent her to her room, saying, “Wash your cunt and take care. She talked to me, not at me. She never told me what to do. Well, not exactly. Somehow, I always ended up doing whatever she wanted, but I didn't mind. And it's not like she was my best friend like Geoff or anything but she'd been a special friend for as long as I could remember. She was two years ahead of me in school and got along with her brother Drew about as well as I got along with Betts. He was less than a year younger than her. Mom called them Irish twins."Hi, Joanne. Sorry. Betts was in. None of you will believe this. And although I am not very good at it, Ihave started to notice my lips look nicer when I put the base coat on.Hmmm...What a girlyman statement that is. Oh no, Arnold's still pokingaround in my head. This makeup thing sucks. Put on foundation. Do your eyes. Try doing that.Placing your elbow on the makeup table and trying to draw a straight linewith eyeliner. What the hell did Mr. Smith think? I'm no Mondrian; I'mmore Picasso. Oh yes, I was trying to remember what.