I handed over the bouquet of roses that I had got for her and she crooned on how pretty they were. As she led me into the living room I patted her sof...t ass and squeezed it. In return , she wiggled it in a provocative way.Once in the living room she introduced me to her husband, jayant. As a person jayant had a mousey look of a person who had something to hide. To get him relaxed I said “ Hi jayant, nice to meet you at last. I have heard all about your fantasy and I will be more than willing to. The blanket from my chest to her shoulder make a kind of tent, giving perfect cover.This is the first time I consciously wish she’s not my sister.She knows I’ve done something. “What did u do? Just now?”No point lying: “i uncovered it. Thanks for the blanket - genius idea”“Wow” she leans back again. I pull my hand clear just in time. Her bare shoulder touches it firmly - not squashing it but pressing nicely.“Its like burning hot” she sent. Then she followed up: “prob all the girls say that”“Hah. The shame of being found nude in a fraternity house by other brothers, who instead of helping took pictures and liberties with them. The pain of being violated. The fear of not knowing what will happen next. Because our acts come from a place of love, and not hate, we cannot truly make you feel how those sisters felt, but we will come as close as we can. Do you agree to this?"Claire nodded. Tears were running down her face now. She'd known who the girls were that were involved in the ED fiasco;. “What was that about?” someone asked. If only they knew…As the class ended, she stayed, obediently, looking a little frightened, but mostly clueless, as the last of her classmates left the room. “So,” I said finally, walking up to her as we were by ourselves. Out of the corner of my eye, I read her name on one of her college books on the desk. “Olivia,” I said, “looks like you spend quite a little bit of time in the bathrooms with your pens...”She didn't reply, but instead looked down.