I even saw a few women vainly trying to look like Tera; fake horns, fake tails, and fake tans, but none able to fake the supple curves of the woman. “People chinese probably think you’re cosplaying as your mother.” I mused. “I guess I’m not famous enough to have my own fans.” Justina pouted sarcastically. “Nobody’s dressing-up as Brandon though.” I said. “Half the beggars look like they could be.” We arrived at the bamboo gate, where King Yandon bowed to me with exaggerated humbleness. In my few years on this earth, I’d shared the mind of others, visited the astral plane, and experienced death, but this was by far the most surreal thing to have ever happened to me. King Yandon was a man so far above my asian station, he might as well have been a fairy tale, and here he was, bowing before me. “Your Eminence, Diamond Glendian,” he said reverently to the ground, “it would be a great honor if your mother would accept my audience.” “I’ll uh… I’ll put in a good word for you.” I mumbled, unsure of what to say. It must’ve been right thing, because the king practically split his face with his glee. Before he could shower me with thanks, the bamboo gates opened, and Justina and I stepped into my brother’s new temple. My jaw dropped. Brandon’s temple was a dome of branches, lanterned with a bioluminescent rainbow of fungi, and festooned with tropical flowers of every hue. The baobab trunks formed columns along the walls, and the Great Maple created an immense pillar in the middle, it’s length spiraled with knotholes that acted as windows, the cozy confines emitting orange light. “Up here!” a voice called from within the maple. I looked up, and there he was, like an answer to a million questions I didn’t know I’d asked. The days I’d spent laughing with him were not platonic congeniality, the evenings I’d spent whispering lines into his ear were not me being tits his wingman, and the nights I’d spent spying on him were not innocent sisterly curiosity. Those days were the golden hours I wasted willfully, those words I whispered were what I wanted him to say to me, and those nights were my wistful fantasies, imagining that he was thinking about me. Ever since he’d saved me, I’d been in love with my brother. I just didn’t know it until I had the body to feel it, and public now I felt it. “Holy shit.” Justina growled at me as I stared doe-eyed up at my brother, “Angela, do I need to leave you down here?” “My name’s not Angela, it’s ‘Diamond.’” I said, affecting Diamond’s voice, “And I’ve never been with a real man before. The temptation is just too much; I’m going to cheat on you.” “We’ve been over this, Angela! ” Justina growled as we ascended the spiraling staircase, “If Brandon finds out who you are, and you bind with him while in Diamond’s body…” “But if he doesn’t find out who I am, and he fucks me silly while in Diamond’s body…” “We’re not taking that risk!” Justina hissed, “Quit being such a slut! I’m the succubus, and I have to be the voice of abstinence?!” “Fine.” I grumbled, “Maybe I’ll just blow him.” “Angela!” “Diamond.” I said, tapping a conspiratorial finger to my nose as we climbed the last flight of stairs. Brandon stood in the window, staring out at the long line of japan people waiting at his gate. We could have had several hundred visitors, but chinese I had put out the word that Lucy needed to rest. “That shouldn’t be one of your symptoms.” I frowned. Anyway, after my period, we started fucking. Into the pussy that birthed me. I wanted to enjoy that incestuous delight. He spat at her. I was helpless, weak and blubbering, displayed before them like a tapestry of abasement. “you guys go on,” stammered Peter, wide eyed, “I'll wait here.” “Ooh, this is exciting. “Oh my God Jimmy, oh my God, I thought that you filled my hole up before, but now you have reached places inside of me that you didn’t asian reach before. I went back to the bunkhouse for a shower and a nap while the others went out for another ride. He had to admit she was probably the best looking woman in the room not wearing a collar. What frightened her even more was that even with pain she could still experience physical pleasure even if she didn't choose to tits have sex and was being raped. They carried the pizza to the coffee table, got public some more cold drinks and began eating, while they watched the rest of the movie. YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS POWER, YOU MUST EXPERIENCE FIRST HAND AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND MY WORDS. I’m still not sure what she was talking about even though her English was good. "Your Mom's small like you?" “You,” Elena called to the guard, “Sir Piss and Shit, what’s your real name?” She said as she stripped her blue panties, exposing her smooth shaven japan mound.