She began to massage the "sciatica" nerve and as she was doing this she asked if I found a massage therapist. I told her no and I thought several tim...s that I should have asked her to be my massage therapist. I heard a slight chuckle as she took her hand down and continued to massage my lower hamstrings. Both of us are silent as she starts to head back up my leg then under my shorts. All the way up she was firmer than she was on the first run. This time as she is massaging my "sciatica". It’s just …” I trailed off. What was I going to say? ‘Sure, I’d love to fuck my own sister while you fuck my ass.’ Ellie said very little, her eyes seemed riveted to my crotch. The three of us stood there for a few moments in somewhat uncomfortable silence. “Tell you what, I’ll go mingle some more and if you guys want to do anything, just come and find me.” Then he wandered off, his hand lightly rubbing his own cock. Ellie sidled up next to me. “Hey, little brother, what’s wrong?” she. I'm not going to publish it though for two reasons. First is that it was written before this site started enforcing the "No under 18s having sex" rule, and it'd be in very direct violation of that. The second is that (Because of that rule) I intend to take the plot and re-write to be my 3rd full Genie story at some point in the future.Anyway, back to this story. Sorry about two shortish chapters in a row. I was going to write a post-coronation sex scene but honestly I wanted to get this out. I was surrounded by the general run of the federal abc’s and they were hammering questions I couldn’t answer ... because I didn’t know ... when Colonel Robert Ott, USMC (ret), Esq. DJS (Doctor of Juridical Studies) slammed open the door and marched into the office.This act startled the alphabet soup so much that one young agent was unthinking enough to pull his gun.“That, son, was a serious mistake, I’d like to speak to my client ... alone.”Mr. Quick on the Draw made mistake number two.“We’re.