She is totally the last person I wanted to see. Heck I would have rather seen Bumper here. And you actually did bring him. What’s that about by the ...way?” said Joni.“Well little brother we had to bring someone and they’re the only ones that were available,” said Susan.“At least out of the ones that don’t hate you. Well maybe one or two of them may hate you a little. But the point is they were willing to come here.” said Mary.“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with and change me back already.. "I don't know why?" I lied realizing that what she tasted was mom's fragrance."If you're done with homework let's go downstairs and cuddle in front of a movie," I asked. She put on some slippers and offered her arm to me."You might have made a pretty nice boyfriend. Too bad that you're mine now!" she said with a grin."Oh I am? Mom might have a say in that ... she doesn't approve in us even kissing much less anything else." Well," my darling sister said, "We will see about that won't we?"We. My dick was stillvery hard, straining against my silk boxers. I knew mom would be able to seehow far it push against the thin material. This was it, now or never. My heartwas beating fast. I kept wanting to look at the door and see if I could seemom’s eyes looking through the slits of wood, but I knew that would just giveme away. Very quickly I slid my boxers down to my ankles, My dick springing tofull attention. I looked down at it, and saw it staring back up at me, all 9inches. I reached down. I felt his neck; there was a pulse from his carotid artery – a feint one but a pulse at least. He stirred at my touch.“Mark?” he murmured, “Is that you?”He raised his head and turned, but as he tried to get up, I realised that his body was covered with large wheals and bruises, as if he had been kicked repeatedly, and his face was puffy with bruises, cuts and grazes. I lifted him up and comforted him, as I took off my coat and put it over his cold and shivering shoulders.“You came for me. I.