Behind him, mother and my brother both stood withlooks of hate on their faces. The protest must have finished early.Terror filled me as I wondered wha... was I going to say.Gwen acted first. "Mort go up to your room! I will talk to father," shesaid firmly.The momentary shock of Gwen calling me Mort, seemed to freeze father,and I quickly ran to my room. I could hear raised voices, but not makeout the words. Brief surges of the odd feelings punctuated the sounds,with the hot burning feeling and a. All I know for sure is that one second I was staring at my reflection and the next she was coming to life.The mirror began to shimmer, like the disturbed surface of a pond. The ripples vanished after only a few seconds, but when the smoothness returned to the reflective surface, something had changed. The woman staring back at me still had the same appearance, yet her posture seemed off.It took a second before I figured it out. Both my arm hung by my sides, while one of hers snaked its way up. Mmm, she looked good enough to…fuck! I accepted the large glass of ice cold lemonade she offered to me and began gulping it down. The girl was carrying a large paper bag. “Sweetheart, what’s in the bag?” I asked.Katia’s head lowered and she blushed demurely. “It’s got something to do with what I want to talk to you about,” she stammered. Puzzled, I said, “Okay honey, talk!I could see that a war of wills was being fought within my sister’s head. Finally, she steeled her nerves and spit out. No trouble with Angels, Dad Harold Who gotbthem wholesale in the mail and Never counted how many there were, kept them all in a drawer in their bathroom cabinet. My father usually noticed if I took one of his, but occasionally they “fell” off his dresser drawers if you know what I mean! Now Angel did NOT want knocked up where as only weeks before she cared less how much I shot up her cunt! Annoying a bit when all worked up and having to stop to unwrap a latex sheath and then pull out lots of.