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But the others gave no indication of it being a hoax. Really? They continued with what they were doing and didn’t appear to have noticed my confusion. It dawned on me that they weren’t joking. I had no real experience with children, but I surmised that it was a good thing I hadn’t explicitly asked if he Female Slave was twelve, since I could image it being a sore subject had I gotten it so significantly wrong. While Sandra was scurrying here and there getting things in order after their arrival, us others watched soccer. Me and Jonas on the couch, while Eric resided in the barcalounger. He probably thought he had the best seat, whereas I actually didn’t prefer the too soft armchair. Judging by his incessant commenting, Eric knew exactly how everyone was supposed to play the game – and Russia handily Bondage Sex outplaying Egypt didn’t impress him much. As for their unexpected arrival, though my sister had been told I would be there after checking in with our parents and letting them know of her plans, she apologetically wondered whether it would be OK with me if I surrendered the master bedroom and instead settled for the other, smaller bedroom Tits Torture with the sofa bed. With a faint smile she hinted that as far as she could recall, it was after all a quite comfortable bed once made. As I conceded that it was a fair inquiry, and thereafter agreed to the request, she further wondered if it wouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience to let Jonas spend the nights there as well. She pointed out that otherwise, maybe she’d take the couch while father and son occupied the master bedroom. At this point Eric’s interest had been peeked. Before I could answer, he apparently felt the need to elucidate the obvious: Jonas didn’t take up much, if any, space at all, and it being a sofa bed of almost queen-size itself, it ought not be a problem for the two of us, right? I could understand his desire - his need - to be next to my hot sister, of half his age, at night time, though what I did not understand was his blunt, almost coincidental, browbeating of his son. Not even being the most social person myself, indeed far from it, I could tell that his father’s comment bothered the boy as he sat there next to me on the couch. It being the first time, in a long time, that I spent time with my sister, I wasn’t about to be unreasonable, and I could tell that she wanted us all to get along. Ergo, I granted that it was no more than a fair a reasonable suggestion, and assured my sister when she, to her credit, genuinely seemed to want to be reassured a second time that it was actually fine by me. The first night spent in that arrangement was, however, not fine by me. The sofa bed was indeed relaxingly soft, without being Bound Girl too soft, and while it wasn’t quite as long as a normal bed, it at least had the width of a queen-sized one. While the larger bed in the adjacent master bedroom was perpendicular to the window in that room, the sofa in our, mine and little Jonas’, bedroom stood beneath the window. It was an oblong room; around 2 yards wide and about twice that in length. The wall containing the only window and the opposite one sporting a few wardrobes from IKEA, were shorter than the sides. Thus, the sofa could only be turned into a bed when arranged in that way, with the heads beneath the windowsill. Even so, the makeshift, yet comfortable and sturdy bed, filled most of the room, though thankfully some space remained between the foot end and the wardrobes, as well as the door next to these. 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