”Morgan looked into her brother’s eyes, anger flared in hers and it came out as an edgy hoarse whisper, “If you tell dad you scratched the car y...u can fuck me.”Brad was on a roll, he felt in control, daring, so he pressed, “Promise? All the way, I cum in you?”She snapped her head up and just as she was going to refuse their father yelled again, “Where the hell are you two?” The desperate decision was made, “Yesss!” she hissed hatefully, he could fuck her to the end.Brad put on his guilty face. “Please! Fu…” She practically screamed, before I clamped my hand back down hard over her mouth. “I never will if you keep this shit up bitch.” I hissed, putting my other hand behind her head and lifting up slowly. I pulled her to her feet by her head and walked her down the hall to Ashley’s room; she should have been finished by now. I pulled her head down against my chest so I could free my other hand. I knocked twice in quick succession. “What Tim?” My sister croaked from behind. But I kept thinking of him and before I knew it I started getting wet. I kept trying to think straight but my body was betraying me. I started thinking of scenarios that would have happened if I didn’t go away and let him continue his advances. Without even noticing I stuck my fingers into my jeans and started lightly rubbing. I thought of really dirty scenarios, and the idea of them being in a train made me even hornier. Occasionally I thought of how disgusting my thoughts were and how I. He seemed friendly enough but there was something in the tone of his voice that was unnerving me. Sighing, I finally decided it was simply a case of guilty conscious. I relaxed when he smiled and put his arm around my shoulder like he often had in the past."Wanna beer? I think at your ripe old age it would be alright," he asked.Before I could answer he thrust a cold can of Bud in my open hand while popping the top of his. He sat and motioned for me to join him. Still feeling guilty I said.