She paused and with widened eye and then slowly shifted her focus from the skirt, to my feet, up to my knee continuing moving upward until her eyes we...re focused directly at mine.With a somewhat fidgeting look on her face and fearful look in her eyes she remained paused in her position."What have we here whore? ... is there something you're fucking hiding in your skirt bitch"? ... I asked as i bent and picked up the skirt to see what made her be so interested in it.Upon searching the right. Try not to overdo it, okay?”“Yes. Uh ... Thank you, Doctor Jordan. I ... uh ... maybe I could just come here to hang out after school.” She smiled at me and shook her head.“Do you really think you can turn the head of a woman my age? That would be both illegal and unethical. And rather stupid when you have so many girls your age to choose from.” She leaned in close to me and spoke so only I could hear her. “Come back when you’re eighteen.”I couldn’t believe I was going to school. I’d be a. I was very excited to be seeing my sister again, and it seemed like the day couldn't come soon enough.Finally the day came, I put extra effort into picking out my outfit intent on making a good impression with Gwen.After some cautionary words from Joyce, D and me set off.I found myself both immensely excited, and slightly nervous. It had been a while since I had last seen my sister, and in that time I had changed quite a bit. What would she think of me now, how would she react to my abilities,. We tried it and we loved it. We did it to around 11 girls during a period of 2 years. Fucking them and then cooking them alive. Now we had decided it was my turn. Or, I had decided. I wanted to die for the love of my life and I wanted her to eat my flesh. On the morning of my death day we sat around the kitchen table as usual. We had breakfast together and chatted. The coffee tasted unusually well. We had to start with the preparations directly after though. Come over here, Emma said and patted.