Her crystal clear blue eyes could command total devotion from any submissive or wench. If one would see her in vanilla attire, one's thoughts would co...njure up a Texas cheerleader. The kind of clean-cut gal that you would want to bring home to mom. When dressed in her red and black corset, thigh high black nylons attached to the corset's garters, and her hair slicked back in a aggressive professional style, she was no longer the cheerleader. She was the coach of the football team. A team where. Bree and I were questioning mom about her having already fucked Mike, our stepbrother. Mike was a personal trainer at the time and in great shape. Both Bree and I wanted our turn with him. I was turning seventeen and Bree was eighteen. It only seemed right. It would give dad some help dealing with all the pussy and give us another big cock to share. Win-win.Dad just laughed, saying when all three of us were home he could use the help. But, he added, he could handle two of us alone. Dad called. "We did, kind of -- kiss."She winced as the last word came dribbling out, not wanting to say it."Okay. Wow, I guess that's a start!"Her eyebrows mashed together. "Wait. What?" It's good, it means she feels the same way." Oh!" She giggled, surprised. "That's not what I expected you to say at all!" What did you expect?" I dunno. I guess I thought you would be mad that I was, y'know, doing stuff with her."I paused for a moment, reflecting on my own experiences with girls at Kaylee's age. I had. No ... no ... no..."Anthony just shook his head as system after system dropped off the list of possible destinations. This one had contact with the squirrel people, that one was outside the usual monetary systems. Daium had almost set a course for a world filled with methane breathers, before catching the mistake.It would have been a good choice, apart from that."Damn Hannah, and her wanting us to be fully supplied before taking on the temple." We could always eat less," Daium suggested..