" He pulled his hand away, then rested it at the swell of her hip, on the waistband of her jeans. "Here's how this works, Janice. Not only will you do...anything I say, you will feel whatever I tell you to feel. I don't mean emotions: I can't make you fall in love with me, don't worry. But I do mean I can tell you to, oh, think about nothing but the way your breasts feel." She had only an instant to think, What the heck? before her mind filled with intense sensations and awareness. How her. Our hostess let go of me and patted her stud on the back. "You shouldn't be afraid of dogs, Merrilee," she chided. "It's like being superstitious... Merrilee licked her fat lips, propping herself up on a slim elbow. "... And eating barbecued ribs... shuffling the feet... saying 'Yow-sah!' to every white man you meet," she said, somewhat irritated. "Don't you tell me how to act, Jane Hawser. Don't you dare tell me being afraid of that monster dog of yours makes me a stupid nigger!" I didn't say. Feeling myself laid bare, I attempted to even the score. “Well you’ve been having fun with Rach for a while. It was my turn.” I quipped. That set her aback. The score being evened now, I attempted to turn the conversation more neutral. “So, do you know where Rach went?” Sharon gigged, and springing off the fence, walked away; her naked but bouncing. She looked over her shoulder, one of Rach’s evil grins on her face, and said “you’ll see.”That teaser kept me preoccupied as I worked to. ”Me: “but! But what?”He: “But you are so hot and sexy and not to mention clean and smooth.”Well I didn’t wanted to hear that but that words of him though felt a little good as all the time I was in his apartment all I thought I did was lose my dignity little by little.Me: “Krish you shouldn’t think like that”He: “Why? Why can’t I? Just because you are my sister?”Me: “It’s not a just it’s a big thing”He: “C’mon it’s not like we are siblings.”Me: “So what you are saying is you want to “do it”.