I surprised myself with the forcefulness of their tone, it even got a raised eyebrow from him. ‘Please,’ I amended. ‘Why shouldn’t I, Ellie? ...hat should I stay for?’ He looked intently at me, and I found myself unable to break eye contact. There was something in his eyes, some sort of fire that made me forget that he was good old Nathan, friend and confidante and definitely not fanciable. If we had been characters in one of those bodice-ripping historical romance stories I’d had a thing for. Im beginning to wish I hadnt phoned. I dont want him to think of me as unstable and needy. *What will I do Byron?* *Youve got to make yourself sick. Stick your fingers down your throat. Fuck. Make sure you keep walking around Rach. Im going to phone you an ambulance.* This panics me. *You cant. Jane works in casualty. She might see me.* *Dont be fucking stupid* he says. *No. Please. Ill get rid of them. I dont want my aunt to know about this.* *Give me your address Rachel. Were coming over.* . He never forced me tothink a certain way rather showed me how to see things from both sidesand make my own choices. I know I would never be where I was todaywithout him and consider my very lucky to have him there.Mom even suggested a way of rearranging the furniture so the desk andfile cabinet would fit. She told me she would get with the painter shehad used about doing my room and some friends she had to help move thefurniture around so it was ready for the desk. Besides the desk and. Chris thrusted into his sister three more times before pulling out and shooting cum across her pussy and stomach. As Tracy watched his sperm paint his sister she began to climax. She slowly and quietly stepped back from the doorway when her orgasm had finished. She headed back down the hall but made a detour into the bathroom for a little clean up before continuing on to the kitchen.When John and Nicole finally emerged from their bedroom Tracy had just finished making pancakes. A tall stack was.