Good Morning Sarah

Felicia awoke from a satisfied sleep. She stretched contentedly before the memories of her late night text chat with Dickpic Bro came flooding back. She immediately checked her phone to see if he had messaged her since she had fallen into her post-orgasmic slumber, and was relieved to see that he had not. Mostly relieved. She felt that frustrating heat again. Bad Pussy. She and it would have to have a talk.

Felicia left her room to find Sarah the only other person up. She was drinking a cup of coffee and watching the sunrise, a little smile on her lips. Felicia resisted the urge to read too much into that smile. Surely Sarah wasn't reminiscing about a wild shameful romp with an unworthy mate. Felicia chided herself again for her lack of faith in her sister. Bad imagination. You get in the corner with Pussy. It was probably just really good coffee.

"This coffee is terrible, but you can have some if you want" said Sarah.

Felicia told her imagination to shut up and get back in the corner.

"Sleep well?" she asked.

"I think I slept weird, I'm all sore" replied Sarah. The little smile was back.

Imagination chimed in that Brosef Gordon-Levitt's bed probably had terrible lumbar support. Especially for a body that had been through what he would have put her through...

At least the DKM tradition of marking their conquests would give Felicia a surefire way to see if her sister had been sleeping with the enemy. Sarah was wearing pajamas (to hide her marking?!), but surely she couldn't hide it forever.

But what would Felicia do if she found out that her sister was sitting there full of DKM cum? Shouldn't she just trust Sarah to make her own decisions? She knew that she was playing the bro's game, but she didn't know if she had the **** of will to just let it go...