“Winter Jennings, World’s Greatest Detective. In Kansas City. In the Livestock Exchange Building.” There.Wait. Do I need to check the building d...irectory? Double fuck.“Winter Jennings, World’s Greatest Detective. In Kansas City. In the Livestock Exchange Building. Named Winter.”Okay, I need to work on it some more. Or maybe not. What does World’s Greatest mean anyway? Out in the real world? Sort of like Rachael Brothers, a classmate who was the best nose-picker in 5th grade. A distinction, but. There was a uniformed cop directing traffic on the corner. That seemed strange to me because my street was one that hardly ever saw a uniformed policeman even walking a beat.I leaned out next to the glass pane and saw a trio of cop cars parked right outside my building and felt a sudden churning in my stomach.I had not the slightest doubt that they were there for me.Outside my door, I heard a shuffling of heavy feet and then a pounding on the front door that was accompanied by a loud voice. I touched my hard cock and pictured Sarah Kate in her nightshirt. I pictured my hand running up her leg under the shirt. I pictured her lips. I pictured them on my cock, the tingle of my sister’s warm soft lips pulling my cock into her mouth. I pictured her breasts, small and tight, under my fingers, my hand in her cunt, my fingers damp, my cock twitching, her breathing, panting, sweet cunt rippling. I came. I opened my eyes to see the cum flow from my cock with the memory of my sweet sister in. I lay back with a sigh, feeling quite hot in the cool room. Within a few minutes, though, I felt the need to pull the blankets back up and soon after I fell asleep. Jarred had slipped out of my thoughts, for now.---"Damn you!" I shouted to the wolf I'd been stalking for the past half hour. It startled (and, being alone) it turned to run back to the pack. I leaned against the tree, letting out an angry sigh. The thing had resisted all attempts by me to get it to come closer so I could try the.