“I’m the older, the stronger and more intelligent of the two of us so I think I am the boss.” I tell her as I let my fingernails dig deeper into...her throat drawing a few beads of black blood.My sisters blood red eyes meet mine and she smiles slightly, I feel a tap against my stomach and I look down to see her own long, sharp and hardened fingernails pressing against my stomach.“I don’t think so brother.” She practically growls the words at me sounding like a feral beast.I laugh loudly, “well. ’ ‘That you do, Alfie. That you do.’ The arrangement was Alfie would come to Frankie’s apartment on Sunday at noon as her parents would be away lunching after attending church with some other parishioners inspired from the enlightenment spewed forth from the pulpit. They’d debate and eat and drink and debate until staggering homewards around dark. TWO Alfie entered the apartment and there was an awkward pause at the door. So they walked on, missing out on one kiss like so many people do. ‘This. Cordelia smiled at me, her lips tugging upwards when she drank in my predicament. “Do it,” she whispered, barely audible, “for me.” By god, I should have hated it, but all I felt was a deep, arousing sense of belonging when I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue to taste my own wetness. I trailed the tip of my tongue along Monica’s middle finger and had to breathe hard when the depravity of my actions hit home - and my pussy clenched in excitement. “This is wrong,” I mumbled, but the rest of. Although I felt pangs of jealousy, I heart was beating like drum and my cock was throbbing at the thought of this unthinkable fantasy.Just then my boss called about something important and I excused myself and left the table to take the call. I stood by the bar and watched them from a distance as my boss told me something about our accounts. The call was over within a few minutes, but I was so strangely erotic watching them from distance that I stayed there for another twenty minutes. Seeing.