‘That was a gunshot Anna,’ he whispered. ‘I could not have let you go out there.’ My eyes had adjusted to the dark a little, and I realised Ma...tthew was looking at me intensely once more. I realised that I was shaking and tearful. ‘How did you know?’I asked him tremulously. His response was to hug me more tightly to him and we lay just like that on the kitchen floor until the sounds of sirens cut through the now late night quiet. ‘Do you trust me?’ he asked. I nodded, and this time did what I. He flirted with pain but did not behave like it was a turn on. If I had to guess, I think he just experimented to see if he liked it and it seems like he didn’t. The only things that could be classified as pain-related themes I saw repeated in his videos were edging, smothering and the lightest of penis and ball torture, more penis than ball. I ran my ideas past La Rubia, and her opinions helped shape my plan. Simple but I felt it was a sure bet to be effective. Three more days until Sunday and. For a brief moment I saw a puzzled look on her face, and then she reached to get her panties, which lay on the bed and as if by accident her hand brushed against my groin (she could not see my erection because of the large t-shirt I was wearing), to feel whether I was really hard. ‘I see you still find me sexy,’ she said grinning. ‘I told you this a hundred times,’ I answered, ‘but it seems you don’t care about sex any more.’ ‘Oh, I do,’ she said. ‘I am simply so tired lately.’ ‘Are you tired. "Ok, little sister let's hear your idea about my sex life," I asked nervously. Part of me was really hoping that the nasty thoughts running through my head were on target. But, another part of me was urging me to behave myself with my sister no matter what she was about to say. Of course, my cock was now so hard that I was in pain due to the confinement it was in."Well, big brother, we could pay our check and hurry back to the hotel and fuck like rabbits. Before you say anything, I have wanted.