His eyes popped out when he saw me answering the door dressed in nothing but a kitchen apron, which covered my front and left the rear exposed, fasten...d with a thin tie around my waist and another tie around the back of my neck. The top of the apron covered the front of my breasts but left the sides exposed, and my ass was fully exposed.Although I did make us a salad, we never made it to the kitchen. We went to my living room instead. I looked over my shoulder to see Cole checking out my. We havealways taken things so deliberately, so planned til now. Sure, our dateshave been wild and intense but even then it was always a "longie". But,I guess this seems right for us about now. And if my man needs it, thanit is my job to take care of him. But a quickie? The logisticsalone...I mean, a quickie is easy enough for him, but a girl likes meneeds a little time to get ready and... no let me do this for him, I willfigure it out.Let's see, what shall I write. Shall I respond to his. See, the algebra equations don’t take into account the possibility that the older brother might realize that I had nowhere to go so he and Dad decide to stroll after me at a casual walking pace of – I don’t know – maybe 5 feet per second. If you do the math with those numbers then the answer would be never. They would never catch up with me. But that is based on the idea that I keep running at the same speed for ever. The truth is I would get tired and slow down and eventually stop. I’m sure. " I expect a proper degree of professionalism in the office, Brandi. Nowrefill my coffee."I had always treated her with respect and courtesy, and I was beingchastised now. I wanted to put my foot down and say I could stop thischarade at any time, but I felt....submissive. She was so forceful. Ibrought her a fresh cup of coffee.We did this for a couple weeks until everything was ready. I would gohome at night and put on nylons and practice walking in heels. I sentan email to all our.