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who was throwing her young life away on a memory. And it was
a flawed memory. Travis had not been her fucking golden knight. She didn’t know
it and he wasn’t going to tell her. But he was going to make her see him
and not his twin Travis, when she looked at him.
    Lisa had thick and wavy hair, falling
past her bare shoulder blades. It was the color of a red dusk. The miniskirt
she was wearing barely covered her exceptionally rounded ass. Lisa had booty.
Ripe womanly curves and the cups of her strapless dress barely covered her
large, firm breasts. For a second, he was pissed she was out wearing what she
was barely wearing without him on her arm.
    Oh, he wanted her in the sexy attire …
he just wanted to be beside her when she was. With that thought riding him, he
used her high heels against her, by tugging, until she toppled off them and her
lush booty hit the chair. He appreciated her mini-skirt’s rise, to nearly show
whether she had on panties or not.
    “Gavin, I’m sorry!” Lisa exclaimed, and
he could hear the edges of drunkenness in her words.
    She never came to him sober and after
tonight that was fucking changing too. He swept her luxurious hair off her bare
shoulders with his fingers running down to her wrist afterward, which he caught
and held. In the dim light he was certain she’d failed to notice the neck ties
he had tied to the chair, but he saw her emotive shudder as he stroked down her
bare arm. She was ready — as he known she’d been for a long time. But he’d been
fighting it. She was his sister-in-law.
    Now he didn't give a shit. He was going
to release her through bondage. Her wrist was tied a second later and she
tugged it. Maybe if she hadn’t been drunk, she’d have caught on sooner. But it
wasn’t until he had her other wrist tied to the back of the straight-backed
chair that she exclaimed.
    “What are you doing? Let me go!”
    He ignored her, instead watching the
healthy jiggling of the top mounds of her creamy-fleshed breasts, which were threatening
to spill out of her strapless mini dress. Fuck. As she struggled with her
wrists, her dress inched downward to nearly expose her nipples and he could see
the top of one pink areola as he knelt before her.
    “Gavin,” she whispered fiercely as he
grasped her bare leg and he stroked both his hands down to her ankle. Drunk,
she forgot her wrists were tied and he knew she thought he was making a play.
“W-What are you doing?” she slurred, looking deep into his eyes, while he tied
her slender ankle to the chair.
    “You wiggle much more, I’ll see your
pussy,” he grated lowly.
    Her eyes widened and her full lips
pursed, but her body stilled. ”You can’t say that to me,” she expelled.
    He tugged her other ankle, spreading her
thighs open on the chair, until he could see her panties. They were white. That
messed with him for a second. Virginal, white panties. But they weren’t
virginal — they were tiny and he bet they were a thong. He tugged the knot
tight.
    “Gavin!” she squealed. “You’ve-you’ve tied me. What the hell!”
    He grasped her knees and pushed them
open. Yeah, fucking tiny thong and he knew it was wet. That meant wet for him.
    “Yeah, sister-in-law, and there’s
fucking nothing you can do about it,” he growled. He grabbed the tie on the top
part of the leg of the chair and tied it around her right knee, holding her
thighs open wide.
    “Are you crazy? Are you trying to rape
me!” she cried.
    “If you can rape an orgasm from someone,
then yeah, sis, I’m raping you.”
    “Don’t call me that!” she screamed. He
sneered at her, tying her other knee, while she struggled enough to move the
chair. “I’m not your sister anything!”
    He stood and looked over his bondage. In
the firelight she was a fucking wet dream. “Glad we got that straight,
buttercup.” He leaned down to her nose as she panted fury at him. “I’m not your relation anymore,” he hissed into her face. Then he straightened again