Her panties were a flimsy pair that Will had bought her yesterday to look "nasty" in before he eagerly took them off of her. Her top consisted of form...fitting sweater and no bra. Luckily it was a warm, Indian summer day.She had spent some time that morning thinking about all the changes that had come over her since they had moved here. Changes she would have laughed at if someone had suggested them. The things she had done with Kathy, that night the men were gone and several times since then. But Rick still reached up toward the couch, and pulled the afghan down to cover his naked sister. It didn't help, though, as Chuck strode into the room and then stopped dead in his tracks."Fuck, Anita, don't you ever get enough cock?"He stood towering over them, looking down with an expression that was a combination of lust and envy."Now just a minute!" said Rick. "Don't you talk to her that way. She's our sister!"Chuck just laughed. "Our sister? Right, our fucking hot sister is what I'd call. Miss Toni began to write on the board, and just as I began to copy them, the 2 different lubes began to really take effect. I Jumped up from my seat and tried to pull at my cage, the “tickle lube” was like a severe itch underneath my cage, right where it was impossible to touch. As the burning was growing more severe in my plug I also attempted to move it slightly hoping for some relief, instead it just squirted another coating of lube inside me.Stood in the room frantically trying to find. "I needed to stop this before it went any further. "Then it's her," I said firmly.I expected anger or tears, but instead her mood seemed to soften. "Puir darling James," she said feelingly, her Scottish accent asserting itself, "I knew you'd say that. You're such a guid and lovely man and Wendy's your wife. It's only right and proper that you'd stand by her. And I know this must be terribly sudden for you, darling, but," she went on, the note of determination returning to her voice, "I've had.