"Seriously though, your omelets are far better than any I can make. Doyou want some help?" she asked me."No I'm good, I don't mind. You two just read ...the paper. I've got this,"I told her confidently."Oh by the way, I put the big pan there. I've got a few friends thatwill here soon, so could you please make some extra okay," she saidsmiling."Sure Mom, anyone I know?" I asked."I'm sure you've met them a few times." Was all she said. The look onher face told me that she wasn't going to tell me. “OWW! Shit! GODDAMN!”She finally did it; she brought out her demonic medieval instruments of torture. Surely those were red hot pincers that had just sheared my leg off at the thigh!Cackle.The She-Devil was cackling again; she existed just to torment me. I should start wearing a cross around my neck.“Davey, wake up!” the She-Devil hissed evilly as she ran her sharp claws over my chest.Poke. Shake. Poke. Shake.“OWWWW!” I was being dropped into a blender! “OOOOUCH!” No, I was getting stabbed. I'd have to fuck her now but I kept wondering how I was going to refrain from calling out Jasmine's name.After mind-blowing sex, I got home around two in the morning. I was feeling so good. I'd finally released all my sexual frustration. I saw all the lights were off in the house, so I'd figure Jasmine was fast asleep.I walked in quietly but instead of finding my sister fast asleep she was in the living room making out with some little punk! I felt my heart sink with jealousy. There she was. I pushed open the door and let her go in."Mr. Leforge," she started babbling once I'd closed the door. "What ya saw — Eimile and me — we..." She sort of ran out of steam and started sniffing. I took her hand in what I'd hoped was a reassuring manner."Shauna," I said firmly and she looked up at me. Her eyes looked teary and I could tell she wanted to cry. "What I saw was a good night kiss between two very pretty young ladies, that's all. If there is anything else, that's your business and not.