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I followed her inevitable path to the upstairs window, where she and the house-cat glared at me with identical expressions of contempt from between the amateur curtains. I gave them both a parting sneer, waved my salutations to the laughing old lady that lived next to us, and hopped into my truck. “Fuck.” I sighed, dropping my head onto the headrest, “Too fucking close, Daniel. Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me?” I turned the truck over, and peeled out of there with a screech of rubber. Five minutes later, I was on the highway, driving like the accelerator had fucked my sister. Instead of me. I thought grimly. I didn’t know why this had started happening. Emily and I were only a year apart, and it wasn’t like she’d grown tits and ass overnight. I’d never felt this way about her in high school, but the moment she moved in with me after her graduation, the thoughts just started coming, and they were only getting worse. What had once been glances had turned to full-blown eye-fucks, and simple musings had turned into full-throttle, choke-my-cock-until-I-hate-myself jerk-off sessions. Even now, the fantasies were coming to me, completely unbidden. Emily in a schoolgirl outfit, smiling coyly over her shoulder. Emily in a bathing suit, raising an eyebrow as she sneaks a suggestive finger beneath her shoulder strap. Emily in chains, pulled spread eagle onto the cross, staring at me from bulging eyes above a spit-coated ball-gag. I wrenched the steering wheel to the side, and barely missed the oncoming semi-truck. I swerved through three lanes of traffic, my tires screeching as I struggled to regain control of the vehicle. I finally managed to get on the shoulder, the fading blare of the semi’s horn echoing in my ears, a backdrop to the thundering of my heart, and the rapid intakes of breath. “That’s it!” I exclaimed, “I’m going to therapy!” EMILY My Halloween costume was laid out where I’d put it yesterday, on my bed, waiting for me when I got off my shift. But fucking Ahmed had decided that we were understaffed in the pharmaceutical section, so instead of being a sexy sushi (and don’t worry, I’ll explain that in a second), I was dressed in khakis and a red polo. ‘Corporate slave’ didn’t have the voyeur same appeal as ‘sexy sushi,’ but I couldn’t discard my vocational outfit. Daniel had been paying the rent all by himself for two months straight, and I had to chip in. He was already burning through his savings just to make ends meet for us. He was too good to me. “But he’s still a fucking asshole!” I huffed at the cat, and took her bored glare as a resounding agreement. I folded my arms, and pouted on the bed, glaring at my sexy sushi outfit. Funny-sexy was hard to pull off, but damnit, I did it this year. I fucking nailed it. The headpiece was a California Roll I’d made of foam and tissue paper, the brazier was a salmon color that evoked sashimi with a ‘rice’ frill at the top, and the skirt was a black garment meant to evoke maki, with a little embroidery on the crotch that said, ‘something smells fishy.’ It would’ve been glorious, but alas, it would never see the light of day. “Well you know what, Cleo?” I prompted the cat, who glared up at me for interrupting her crotch-licking session, “I’m gonna wear it anyway. You and I will just have our own Halloween party! Yeah! Just you and me… just me and the cat… and I’m wearing a fucking sushi outfit that advertises my smelly pussy.” I sighed, and drooped my shoulders, “There’s a cat joke in there somewhere, Cleo, if you want to pick the low hanging fruit.” I mumbled. Cleo answered by licking her crotch. I stripped to my birthday suit, grabbed my costume, and grumbled to myself as I began putting it on. I scowled when the brazier indian hung loosely from my chest. My ass was to die for, I knew, but my breasts left something to be desired. They were nice; B-cups and beautifully shaped, but I couldn’t help but feel like I’d been cheated. Mom had a chest that could act as a life raft in case of emergency. “First-world problems, Em.” I told my reflection, then grabbed my tits, pushed them together, and tightened the corset. There; magic. There was swimming pool and sun-beds on the roof and it was clothing optional. “What are you doing Georgia; that’s way too high for me; I’ll be lucky if I can reach the pedals.” Kate said. I looped Billies leash over the rail and amateur pulled it so he had to bend over with his neck right on the pipe. Her shirt is basically see-through now. There are also racks of weapons and armor. I fucked up, so I had to pay. “Have you already done it with him? Tammy was still wearing that thin robe but now it was opened and her pussy was soaking wet. “Okay, sorry about my big mouthed mate. I end up staying there a couple of days to help get caught up with her priestesses. “So what brought that on? Sadie had never been manhandled like this, and the raw sexual “Well Jimmy, we don't much care ourselves, but a word of advice. I indicated that it was her request to lay a corpse at home. She could feel it knocking against her uterus. I never would have thought that about myself, but after that incident and the affect it had on me, I'm convinced that I am." I’m going to give you a parting indian gift to remember me by when you’re lying with Yeong.” Tegan drew back then struck, lashing the crop across his upturned ass cheeks. Just then, Maddie pulled completely out of my mouth at the same time the plug deflated. voyeur