Brandon was looking at me fearfully, his eyes begging me to find a way to save him. As the memory passed, I saw a blue tendril of power burst from his...mouth, and fly right into my chest. It was so fast that it could barely be seen, and I was so scared that I didn’t notice it in the moment, but looking back on it, it was as clear as day. The blast of power was the manifestation of a plea, but it wasn’t really a plea, it was… a command. As the recollection slowly passed, I somehow intuitively. They emailed me pics and "Sasha" appeared to be a model with perfect caramel skin, C-cups, round booty, shaved pussy, pinky tip clit, straight teeth, and some mean DSLs. I thought it was too good to be true and said so. The next email I got was a one liner that had an address, phone number, and 7PM. I never even accepted the friend request.I freshened up and got there at 6:50PM. Sasha came to the door in baggy sweat pants and a tank top. The top of the sweats were rolled over making it appear. I couldn't believe it, my sister was fantasizing about me fucking her and I was in the hall stroking my dick. Well I figured that I had two choices, I could go in and fuck her or I could walk away and act like nothing happened. I decided to throw caution to the wind and go on in without knocking. I opened my sister's bedroom door quietly and noticed that she had her eyes closed. She had no idea that I was in the room. She was completely naked lying on the bed with one hand squeezing her left. .[pause]...she wants to...to take Shyla’s place.”“I’m not sure what that means.”“It means to take her place as your companion. And Yuri, you need to consider it.”“I’m feeling confused.”“Of course you would feel that way. But listen, your wife cut out as soon as those charges were made against you. There was no proof, just allegations, yet she left in the dead of night. You were devastated and depressed that the woman you loved ditched you and you probably don’t ever want to feel that pain.