Foreword
The dark-haired beauty threw the panties in the young man's face.
"Put them on, David. Be my little sister, you bitch."
David looked up at his sister. He was not her little sister, he thought. He was her brother.
But he knew that he could not fight her. He had never been able to fight her.
She stood over him. She was naked and she was standing with her hands on her hips, like some kind of warrior goddess. David was lying there on the bed and he was frozen by his fear and his shame.
"Put them on!" the dark-haired woman yelled again.
And David lifted his legs and started to pull the panties on.
When he pulled them up over his cock, he felt the softness there and he wanted to reach down and touch that softness.
But he did not dare touch it. He did not dare show his sister that he really enjoyed what she was doing to him. He winced as Libby looked down on him and said the words.
"Little sister. You are going to make a wonderful, little sister."
And David felt a delicious thrill as his cock started to harden.