I always thought of Lizzy as my older sister, though really she was just my step cousin - my parents had died when I was just twelve, and I had been s...nt to live with my mother's younger sister, a daughter from her father's second marriage. My new guardian was my aunt Dominique, and she lived with her husband and her daughter, Elizabeth Anne. Elizabeth, was several years older than my seventeen years, and was my total idol, role model, best friend, confidante, and very occasional lesbian lover.. They didn't stay the night though.On Christmas there were presents to be opened and the usual holiday dinner. My brothers and brothers-in-law were disappointed that we hadn't brought any ale with us this year. The children were all a year older this year, and my wives didn't get as upset as previously. Of course they had finished their periods before we departed from home. They were very passionate the entire time here, and I used the spell to isolate our room each night so that no one heard. “That’s right,” I coo. I stroke her hair, like a cat. She seems to like it and relaxes. “You’re not a slut, June.” I can’t take away the term from her. It means too much, so I offer her a new one. “You’re a good girl.”She emits something that sounds like a purr or moan from her throat.“That’s right,” I say. “Good girls can be obedient. Good girls can serve. And you want to serve, don’t you?”“Yes.”“That’s why you let me come here. That’s why you’re letting me take control of your apartment. You. It wasn’t a lot of money, but it was a sign that Brock would easily capitulate and not put up a fight.Brock’s mother hated the idea of her helpless child getting picked on. She thought about this image in her mind many times as she went about cleaning the house in the lingerie she wore to drive him and his bullies to school.She had one more task to complete before she was allowed to dress and start her day driving for Uber and Lyft (She did both).Melanie had purchased a two-piece nylon micro.