I kept the TV, my mum's favourite armchair — and my old bed, as I was buggered if I was going to sleep in any bed Miriam and Hodge had been shagging... on. Next on my list was to install a home security system, in case Hodge, or his henchmen, paid me an unannounced night visit. I expected Miriam wanted to get into the house to collect her possessions, if there were any left, and they might come round one evening when I was at home. Forewarned is forearmed, and a call to 999 when suspicious. "No, I'm good," Dirk says."Smart move," says Pie and walks down the hall.He watches him, her, whatever, walk down the hall, ass pert. From theback, he looks even more like a girl, but a small young one, too youngfor fun.Dirk goes into the room. This one has red walls. Chains dangle from theceiling. One of those chains is wrapped around the neck of a naked deadman, his weight limp and heavy. One of his eyes is gone, nothing leftbut a bloody hole.On the black tiled floor is the eyeball, the white. ” He paused for a moment. “But I kinda liked it too.” He admitted. “Well you shouldn’t” I responded in a low voice, “aunt Stacy is a witch and I’m pretty sure what she did was wrong. Mom never made us do anything like that.” And with that I rolled over with a huff and fell asleep a short time later.The next morning Stacy entered into the living room, naked again. She grabbed a handful of my brother’s hair and dragged him to the couch. With her free hand she reached behind the lamp and produced. After finishing my meal, leaving only a piece of deformed tomato at the side, I gave my aunt the plate for her to wash."Go up stairs and get a shower. Don't wash your hair." she gave my ass a light swat as she shooed me from the kitchen counter. Even though the swat meant affection, I still felt the electricity eminating from the spot she touched. "And one more thing, Layla." Yes?" Don't touch yourself." she said with a smirk.I blushed instantly and before I could embarrass myself in front of.