WRONG!

Carrie didn't bring the topic back in the following days, to your relief. Hopefully, it means she has forgotten the idea entirely and you will never hear about it again.

What a naive boy you are...

A week has almost passed when you enter your home and are pleased to find rose petals on the floor, apparently laying a path to your bedroom. Another one of Carrie's sexy ideas to spice up your sex life, exactly what you need to start your weekend! You are however intrigued by the white feathers mixed into it. What is their signification? Well, you don't really care right now, maybe you will ask her if it comes back to your mind after the undoubtedly lewd experience awaiting you. You climb the stairs three steps at a time, getting rid of your tie on the way and proceeding to unbutton your jacket. "Hey, sexy! I'm home! What kind of naughty plan did you hatch for me?"

You open the door and are struck on the spot. That's not Carrie.

At the end of the red and white road, your baby sister Angella is knelt on your bed, only wearing cute underwear and her innocent face. She's posing with her back arched and her tiny chest thrown out, which should be a clear indicator of what she's here for, but your brain decide to fight the reality of the situation with all its neurons. You attempt to cover your torso by buttoning back your jacket and gabble "An... Angie? What... What are you doing here? Did you see Carrie?"

She smiles.

The Angie smile. It should be trademarked. Full of childlike innocence, devoid of any malice, it's a weapon of mass seduction. It always made your heart melt and it worked just as well on your parents and pretty much everybody you knew. Except Joannah, of course.

"Carrie won't be home tonight, she has other plans and we decided I should replace her." she answers.

You stay in the doorframe, still uncertain about what's happening and how you should react. "Angie... What is happening?"

"She told me everything." she declares, her bright smile still on her face. "How you would love to ruin Joannah. **** her and destroy her life."

"That's... That's not exactly..."

"I want to help." she simply states.

You don't tell anything. You can't. She's still giving you the Angie smile, and you are unable to mentally associate the angelic girl you grew up with and all the things she just said she was up to. "I'm sorry, what?" you reply after what looks like an eternity. And you still feel like it's an achievement that you could say anything at all.

She move her head very slightly, and suddenly her smile turn naughty and lustful, but still incredibly cute and sincere. How does she do that. "You want to fuck her, right? To tie her, and **** her, and cover her in your hot semen? You want to fill her womb with your seed and have a baby grow in her? And then you want her to be left witout her money, power and relations? Is there anything wrong with what I just said?"

You blink.

"I want that too. I know you don't want to do this only because it excites you or because of what she did to you, but for everything she has done to our family. Do you remember when Dad was sick and we had to help Mom and him pay for his treatment but she was the only one who refused to give a cent? Or this time when she crushed my cat with her new car and asked me if I was gonna pay the cleaning? I was twelve! If you think I'm incapable of hate, then you need to think again." Now her smile is tainted with anger and resentment. It pains you to see her in this state, but it reminds you you're not the only one who suffered from Joannah's wrongdoings.

"But..."

"But Carrie told me you were chickening out, that you were afraid this bitch could come back at us if we did anything, that you need to be persuaded. So, I thought it should be my job. I want you to know that I'm on your side. And that if you are ready to be serious about it..." she untie her unclasp her bra to let her cute small chest out and lean backward to lie on the bed, completely open. "... all of this is yours." she concludes.

You're still hesitating. "Angie... Don't you think it's wrong?"

She gives you the purest Angie smile. "You have no problem **** Joannah, right? All your hesitations came from the risks, and not from the moral aspects. Making love to me wouldn't be more incestuous, and contrary to her I'm consenting."

She then lift her legs up and lift her panties along her thin thighs, revealing the cutest pussy in the world.

"But maybe you don't find me attractive?" she asks, looking at you with pleading eyes.