.to sort of jump start things a little," I spoke."So you mean you need more than just the touch of my hand to give you a jump start?" she joked back, ...hough obviously nervous, her mind already processing the hint of what I was asking her."Well yeah, sort of," I finished. "But it would help, if maybe you were to...ah,"Now mom surprised me. Though the privacy curtain was pulled, she looked behind her anyway, assuring herself that no one else could see anything from where she sat."You tell me if. She looks pretty upset.My mother looks very nice for her age. She knows it the way I know I’m pretty. Even after giving birth to me, she maintained a slim figure. Everything about her was modelesque. She was the perfect height, almost always wearing heels, even just around the house. She kept her hair long, in its natural loose curls. She has the slightest posh accent from growing up in the u.k.She was at the kitchen counter leaned up against it, scrolling through her phone before she looked up. The girls flutter their eyelashes at Luke to get him to help them out, so he ducks nervously under the desk to inspect the tower and attempt to get it working again.The girls go back to chattering to each other, giggling away, paying no attention to Luke, and oblivious to his gaze on their nylon covered legs. He watches the way they dangle their shoes, enjoying the glimpses of their exposed feet, and scoring the occasional glimpse up their skirts as they change positions.Luke is getting more. ”“ ... It implies that we have a sexual relationship, or at least I have a very un-brotherly ownership of you.” I nodded glumly, “Yes, I understand.”She took the choker from me, sat up in bed, and used the room’s small wall mirror to put it on. She looked at herself wearing the choker admiringly. “It’s really too bad, because my prince has excellent taste.”I allowed myself a smirk. “In women or in jewellery?”“Yes,” was her only answer as she lifted her thigh to straddle me, starting up a second.