”“Of course you can Sarah, you don’t need to ask one of us to do anything that we’ve talked about or done today.”“Thanks guys, shall I get...the tea ready now?”“Have a look at the new you in a mirror first Sarah.”I got off my bed and went and stood in front of the mirror.“Wow, I look so different.”“You look fantastic Sarah.” Tom said. “Tell her Mike.”“Yes Sarah you look amazing, I could look at you like that all the time and not get tired.”“So I don’t have to put those horrible clothes back. ” She began to unbutton her shirt. “If your okay with it that is.” I nodded my head, not being able to say anything else. She motioned for me to sit in the armchair at her desk.“But what about Kristy?” I asked.“She’s got practice remember? Now it’s time for me to show you how I got the BMW.” She told me as she started to undress, giving me the best strip tease I have ever seen. She pushed the papers off of her desk and jumped onto it, her heels clicking each time she walked on it. She now had. She tasted something wonderful; cinnamon, roses, pine nuts, sassafrass. Damn if I know, exciting.I could feel her young breasts pressing on my chest, and she rubbed her soft belly and hard thighs against me as she stretched upward. My half-froze cock stirred to life. I grabbed her and held her close as I could, smelling her clean hair, gobbling up her mouth. A strong girl, broad across the butt and shoulders, she went ten stone at least. She pushed back against my grip, made an odd sound in her. She turned her head towards me and had a wicked gleam in her eye. ‘Oh no Mary, I know that look. What did you do now?’ ‘Madison,’ she was suddenly serious. ‘You have been like a sister to me. I only wish we could have been real sisters. Maybe in another lifetime, in another place, we were. Maybe that’s why I feel so close to you,’ she smiled sweetly. ‘You are my sister,’ I whispered in the dark, dark night. ‘Do you want to be blood sisters?’ She pulled a kitchen knife from the window ledge..