Mom threw a couch pillow at me. "Don't be a brat. You know darned well you promised me last Christmas that you would play for the Church." The Church?... I mused.Another pillow. "Father!" Mom cried.Dad looked up, first at Mom, then me, then back to Mom, then back into his book. "A duet, I believe, if my memory serves me right," he said.Mom and I looked at each other, mouths open, then at Dad, shocked by this indisputable evidence that he was actually aware of what happened around him. "You'd both. "Now fuck me please!" she almost screamed at me. "Don't make love to me, Stewart, fuck me and fuck me hard!"If goading me into smacking her backside wasn't a big enough surprise, hearing that demand topped the cake. Fuck was not a word that Cecilia normally used; well, not when discussing sex between us anyway. So I did what she asked, right there, with her still nominally bent over the footboard of the bed and, boy, did she appear to love every minute of it!After I'd brought both of us to. I knocked to announce my arrival and went into the room, my nose sniffing the air, like an a****l, my senses were alive, I was trying to decipher what might have transpired in my absence. My sister was on the bed, relaxed and happy looking, 'Where were you', she asked innocently, once I had closed the door and sat down beside her?My boyfriend was still on the floor, looking up at her and I wondered if he could see her knickers the way she sat in front of him.There was something quite different. I came down after half an hour and saw my chiti was still crying. I went to her room and as soon as she saw me she wiped her face and asked whether have I finished my dinner I told yes and inquired why she was crying she told no for that. I told her that I saw her crying when i was climbing the stairs she told that she has headache. I told don’t lie chiti I know something is wrong please tell me if you don’t want to tell then it’s your wish.Then she got up and sat on the bed and told me there.