" You're not marrying him are you?!" No, well, not right now anyway," she said with a giggle. "Oh, God, how do I start?" she said taking a deep breath... and wringing her hands together. She looked at me and then to the floor."I used to know Ronnie a long time ago. Before you were born. We dated in high school and even lived together a while after we graduated. Everything was going great until I found out I was pregnant. He changed after that. I was about six months pregnant when I came home from. She had been noticed. She had an audience. It was time to perform.Sitting as she was, her bare lap seemed like a beacon to uninhibited male eyes. Allowing herself a slight smile, Christen let her knees relax, just a little, enough to encourage the hopeful to keep looking.The young teen ran her palms over her bare thighs. A moment later she crossed her legs and leaned back. The angle of the top most thigh caused the hem of her pleated skirt to slip back, an unintended consequence that suited her. But those had never been the real aim - those were steps on the path to where I wanted to be.Complete sexual servitude.No one becomes a sex slave to someone they don’t see as a sexual being. The fear disappeared, and now I was excited.My sister knew that I was sexually active. She saw me as sexual, and that meant I didn’t need to trick her into “helping” me out. Not any more.Now I just had to convince her that I was someone she wanted to fuck.“What do you say?”“Wow,” she said in a loud whisper.. Bianca screamed as my final thrust rammed me to depth. Her hips collapsed; the drop drove me deeper into her ass. She passed out as my cum jetted into her.My sandwich invention was in a fact a memory."Just like my mom made them," I said."You didn't tell me your mom made these for you," Lorena said to me.The smell took me back--toast, bacon, and egg yolk. Like my mother, Lorena had cut the sandwiches into two triangles. I picked a half up with each hand and looked at them. I knew how they would.