Drew questions Tanya

Tanya's father told Drew about the SexEd class and how she had acted the slut since her entering the house. Drew listened with growing interest, casting glances now and then at Tanya who was still recovering from her massive orgasm.

"So, let me summarize: Tanya comes home late, tells this quite unbelievable story how she screwed half her SexEd class and then lets you, your buddy Hank and me fuck herself senseless without ever voicing a word of objection?" Drew shook his head. "I can't believe it. There must be a some hidden reason. Or why else would my stuck-up sis all of sudden behave like a sex-craved fuck slut?"

"No idea, son" said Tanya's father. "But truth be told, I rather prefer her that way, especially since your mom has gone frigid on me. I don't think I can remember the last time we had had sex with each other."

"Hmm." Drew wandered around in the living room, scratching his chin. "So, what we gunna do now?"

His father shrugged and started to head for the stairs. "I'll go upstairs, take a shower and go to bed. It's been a great fuck and I'll sleep like a rat for once. Maybe even dream of my slut-girl." He grinned broadly. As he was about to leave the room, he turned one last time and said: "Oh, Tanya. See to my clothes. I want them cleaned, ironed and neatly folded as soon as you have some spare time. Nite, kids."

Drew shook his head and watched his father disappear. When he heard some noise behind him, he turned around. To his utmost surprise he saw Tanya collecting his father's clothes, seemingly ignorant of her cum-drenched nakedness.

"What's up with you, sis? You act as if you'd be trying to win this year's Best-Behaving-Daughter-Award. What's all this shit about, heh?"

Tanya looked up at him, both irritated and distracted. As she headed for her father's next piece of clothing, thousands of possible answers raced through her mind. She wanted to give some cute reply, in order to keep a small degree of dignity, but the only thing that came to her mind, was blunt truth: "I don't know, Drew."

"You don't know? Boy, that's crazy. Really. I can't imagine what changed your mind that drastically. I mean, the last thing I'd ever expect was to be screwing you. You hate me, or not?"

Again Tanya searched for an evasive answer, but instead the words came to her tongue unbiddingly. "Yes, I do hate you, Drew. And now I hate you even more."

"Then why did you give me that blowjob?"

The sound of Drew's words chimed through Tanya's mind. One fraction of her mind screamed 'I didn't want to give you that blowjob. I didn't want to get fucked by you, dad and that terrible friend of father's'. But another fraction held a big sign in front of her inner eyes that had written 'You know why you did it, don't you?' And as the words of Drew's question reveberated in her mind, she had a glimpse of an old woman's face through the fog of her mind, a face that laughed at her and gave her a coded command. But before she could get hold of that command, it was lost again, and the only thing she could think of was plain truth... once more. "Because you told me so."

"Because what?"

"Because you told me so, you deaf idiot" Tanya replied as she put the last piece of her father's clothes on top of the heap she had collected by now.

"You're sick. You're definately sick." Drew shook his head in open disbelief. "You just tell me that you hate me, and at the same moment you tell me, you let me fuck your mouth just because I told you so? Is that a new game of yours? Some contest between you and other stuck-up posh brats? Like 'I dare, you wouldn't do whatever somebody tells you'?"

"No" Tanya replied, all of sudden hundred percent sure that a game wasn't the explanation for her strange behavior. "It's definately not a game."

"If it's not a game, what's then?"