Chapter Thirteen
Not an hour after he had worked his own manhood to a crisis in the most mortifying of ways under the mocking supervision of her stepbrother, William Overbury found himself in different, if certainly no less humiliating service to the teenaged stepsister.
The sturdy, but not altogether unshapely, legs of the teenager rose above him as he maintained his undignified and utterly shaming position on all-fours beneath the desk in her bedroom serving as a computer station.
She was bare-footed with nails he had only yesterday painted a vivid red, smooth brown skin salty upon his tongue as his tongue laved at her sweaty insoles.
Obeisance made in exactly the way she herself had instructed him as she occupied herself in the playing of one of the computer-games with which both sh
