After all, this is my little sister.“Ok,” I resumed, “what site?”My sister took my computer and typed in a URL.Almost instantly the site came ...p. It was full of sex stories.I just look at the site and then back at my sister.Sherrie just sat there looking at the stories on the page. Then she looked back at me.“Have you been to this site before?” she asked.“No” I replied.She looked at me quizzically.“I mean, I’ve been to porn sites before, but not stories”.“I found this site a few weeks ago. Some. Maybe it was just my imagination or wishful thinking. I was used to girls looking at me that way and even women, but not Mrs. Jennings. She was married, religious, ethical, and a woman of high moral standards so there was no possible chance she would be checking me out in a manner I imagined. My cock was also erect. It was hard because I was alone with her, seeing her in her shorts and checking out her cute little butt, and even the smell in the small trailer; a mixture of my sweat and body. ‘Remember these..?’ How could I forget that night of nuptial pleasure? As she moved closer, swaying her hips, her eyes with that same intent, my pulse raced. I teasingly asked when dinner was, to be met with a husky ‘now!’ as she moved up my body and straddled my head. Lowering her sweet musky mound to my face, my tongue found her as I pulled her panties aside and started to lap. Her soft purrs and sigh as my tongue found its mark, teasing that firm clit. She rose from me, and untied her bikini. ” He gestured with one long skeletal arm. “I have reactivated some of the Tevinter traps and wards to aid you. And afterwards, if you want to kill me...you may try.” With that he disappeared into the darkness, presumably down a hallway behind him.I swore, and heard my sentiments echoed behind me by my husband and my brother. I couldn’t see any way up to that ledge, and without being able to neutralise his mana, chasing after him was a bad idea anyway – but I still wanted to. I wanted justice.