Lily's room

When you enter Lily's room, a few hours later, you find the TV on, and her voice comes from the adjacent bathroom, muffed by the sounds of her shower. She will be there in a minute, she says. You wait for her in silence, looking around, not finding that room that much more different to Amelia's. You are trembling again: you don't know what expects you and you don't really want to find out. You try to remember the words of the church, the promise over your virginhood, but they don't come so easily now, your dick is still too hard, even after almost five hours of time, Amelia's hand was too skilled.

A show start on the TV and you see a beautiful woman dressed in a grey suit with a false smile, sitting on a bright brown desk, at her side sits the lady of the house you serve.

"We have here with us the CEO and founder of the Barton Conglomerate, one of the founders of L.A.CO.W., the League of American Conservative Women and also the host of the popular BartonU website and Youtube Channel. Mrs Cassandra Barton, we welcome you again. How are you?"

"I'm great, Catherine. Thank you for having me in." Lady Cassandra smiles as she speaks, and that alone makes her look like a completely different person.

"Let's get right into the hot news." Says the TV host. "You have been receiving really strong reactions from the whole internet because of your recent declarations in regards to male genetic disadvantages. This is not the first time you are trending topic on twitter, but I believe it was not the sweetest."

"I stand for what is right to say, even if it is not 'sweet' to hear. I love our men, we all do, but we must not let our feelings stand in the way of scientific facts. I also believe that as much of a backlash as I receive, there are many women (and men) in this country who want to be respected and to be told the truth."

"So you stand by your declarations?"

"I do. In fact, one could argue that what is commonly refereed to as a man's only virtue (that of his genitalia) is not entirely his doing, as it is not properly a part of his body, but something attached to it, it is categorically external. Does that mean that men are bad or evil? Absolutely not, it just mean that they are not suited for a task beyond reproduction, and that is fine, that is the way of nature. If you look at it, the rest of the man's physiology seems unable to deal with the bearing of his manly instrument: it distracts him too deeply for him to make serious intellectual labour and virtually exhaust him after a single ejaculation. The penis requires a constant pumping of blood which in females goes fully to the brain, and this obviously affects their intellectual development. When we speak about teaching our men to control their carnal urges, we do it for their own good."

"It's all bullshit." Lily's voice sounds full of spite behind you. "She is shamelessly pushing her eugenics agenda, adhering to pseudoscience and purposely ignoring the structural discrimination that men suffer, the discrimination she benefits from." You turn around and behold the asian beauty, still wet after her shower, only a modest towel hiding her nakedness. Her dark eyes look deeply into you as she takes your hands with gentle care. "Are you ok?"

"Yes..." You answer.

"I hope Rufus wasn't too harsh from you… I know he can be a real dick to the new maids. He has been oppressed for too much time to know any better."

"No... he has been kind." You lie as you discover the name of the chief-maid.

"I hope so..." She looks at you with shinny eyes that seem on the verge of tears. Something in her seems full of wanton need, full of feelings from you, and it scares you. She also seems different, now that you see her fully alone, there is something more sincere about her in this intimate moment. You remember Amelia's words: 'My sister might be shy at first, but she has brought you here for a reason'.

"What do you want from me?" You ask.

She moves away from you and gets the TV remote, she then turns up the volume to the max and the voice of her mother completely fills the room, deafening almost any other sound. She then gets closer to you again, really close this time, and she takes your hands again, with even gentler finger. "We can talk freely now."

"Ab... about what?" You ask, trembling.

Her lips tremble and an actual tear falls from her eyes. "I have been searching you for so long... but I knew I would find you." She embraces you in a strong hug, her generous breast smashing against your chest, the smell of her hair filling your nose. Your dick grows hard again against your will, as you remember your promise to Amelia, and as you feel her sister's womanly body so closely pressed against yours.

"I knew you were still alive... brother."