My name’s Brodie, and she’s Anne. “Huh?” I said, and she slowed down slightly to get my full attention. XXX “I was wondering if I could watch you…y’know. “Anne,” I groaned (a week later I’d spend a lot of time groaning my sister’s name but in a completely different way.) “I don’t really want to talk about that with you.”
“No no no,” Anne said, after a few seconds of confusion. This repeated itself for a few days—she’d let herself in, jerk me off, ask for feedback, and go back to her room. My sister is the head of the chastity club, which every boy in town probably thinks is a complete waste, because she’s easily the hottest girl in the state. I probably could have talked her into pretty much anything
