Was this the path of righteousness? Did I have a choice? “I’ll do it,” I barely whispered,“I’ll kill big Night Eyes.” Chapter Two: Sister JUSTINA The smell of last night’s sex wafted into my nose as the dawn light shined into my eye. I took a deep inhale, and smiled. Bodies pressed all around me, warm and expanding with japanese breath, the smooth flesh of five hues sprawled on an oversized bed. Brandon’s body encased Willowbud’s; pale muscle spooning caramel softness, dirty blonde hair tangling with stark white. I laid in my nightly nest of Astrid and Mom, nestled between their naked curves, resting my head between Astrid’s pillowing breasts as her wings blanketed us. It felt like a family; Mom being my mom, of course, and Willowbud was already my cousin, but Astrid was like a protective older sister to me, and Brandon, my aloof brother. The only person missing, was the one I’d been closest to; the one who used to live in my head. Once Willowbud learned what Angela was, she could see the Life Giver’s ethereal sister through Corruption’s eyes, and it was not a sight she could bear. To Willowbud, Angela represented her only competition for Brandon, so, in exchange for my freedom, Brandon had tearfully exiled Angela from our makeshift family. It was like a part of me had been ripped out. My head felt quiet, my musings went unanswered, my soul was missing some crucial piece. Angela and I had shared every thought, emotion and sensation from two perspectives. It had been more than intimacy; it had been coexistence, and now that she was gone, I felt hollow. My mind had been freed, but it also had been emptied. Since I was liberated, Mom and I had no reason to stay with Willowbud, but we didn’t leave. We had a litany of excuses as to why; our duty to Brandon, helping Astrid with her (now asian almost totally forgotten) mission to rescue Willowbud from Corruption, and Mom’s blossoming fighting career, but we both knew the real reason we stayed. The sex was too good. No one fucked quite like a god, and here were two of them residing in the busiest brothel of the largest city in the world; it was like succubus heaven, so what were we to do? We just ignored the devil that lurked within Willowbud’s mind, hoping that the silent sixth member of our family would remain sedated with Brandon’s affection. “Willowbud,” Brandon’s voice whispered, his eyes still closed, “are you awake?” “I can tell you are.” Willowbud smiled sleepily, shimmying her hips into her lover’s crotch. “It’s Tuesday.” “Do you tits have to?” she groaned, trying to dissuade Brandon by grinding her ass deeper. “You can come with if you want.” “I liked that cunt better when there was a hole in her chest.” Willowbud grumbled, “When you reach a similar sentiment, I’ll gladly come along, and we’ll make a date japan of it.” “I can only give the shared miracle of life, to take what has been bestowed-” “Don’t start that shit again!” Willowbud growled as Brandon chuckled, “Fuck the Creator’s Codes, and fuck Gloria for teaching them to you! You and Astrid should run along to Iona where they paddle your ass for using the wrong fork, then see how a life codes suits you.” Eventually james started putting two japanese asian fingers then after some time three fingers. "It's been a long time so..." “Harshita needs me”, is all he big said as he walked away from me. That bitch! Lisa defended herself, “And your tits point?” "Well...I hear girls at school talking about..." Gail responded to each one with more and more enthusiasm. They get plenty of sex and she extracts whatever she can squeeze out of them. Stepping away from the group I gave my dad a quick call. Neither of us could remember what Tony looked like, our eyes were distracted that night. Chili met Grace during his last semester of college at a university in Maryland, a couple months before he would graduate in the spring of 1978. Jane had fairly well developed breasts, I’d say about a 34B but of course I knew nothing about breast size back then. I carried japan it outside and placed it under a lounge chair so it would be in the shade. Yes. “Oh, Elena!” Yavara giggled, drawing herself up to my level. "Not just yet."