" Of course they do" she said in a frustrated voice. "We're talking about it." Yeah, but..." Rod didn't know what to say. Lori took matters into her o...wn hands. She had an idea. She hoped it would work, because if it didn't, she'd feel bad about things for a long long time. She stood up and whipped off her nightshirt. Now she stood, clad only in pale blue bikini panties, facing her brother. She tried to stick her chest out, but felt so foolish doing so that she immediately straightened her. Were these tongues? They squirmed and writhed as if each one had a mind of its own, and they reached down, probing his cheeks. They dragged across his skin, licking, tasting, wiping their slimy goo on him. He turned his head, disgusted by the gelatinous ooze, but he couldn’t escape them. One wrapped his neck, another pushed into his ear, roving wetly as the thing mapped his face, like a blind man reading braille.Two of the tongues found his mouth, and he shut his lips tightly, denying them. Although once upon a time they had timeless Tests, where they just played and played until someone won. Except in 1939, when they had to call one off because the English team had to catch a boat home after the ninth day.”“Wow. I’m impressed.”“Really?”“Yes. How do you fit so much useless crap in that head of yours?” She smiles affectionately.“Um, a gift I guess.”On the TV, the English captain is waving his arms around, and a couple of fielders move around. The bowler polishes the ball on his. You're going, right?" Uh, yeah, sure!" That's cool." I said."So... Would you like to get started?" she asked, heading towards the kitchen to help him study."Actually, I was wondering if we could do this in your room? I've been working out all day, and I think it would do me some good if I could lay down?" Okay!" she replied, a little too eagerly. A picture of him on her bed was already in her head. She was already getting a little excited and moist between the legs.That day, I began to work on.