Novak is kissing my sister intently, and I realize again this is a man both polished and lustful. On the right occasion, he will be ready to do anything to make us pleased - even if that entails things many women would not think of as pleasant, I muse to myself. There's a rough force in him but also an openness. I am not feeling one bit jealous against Violet, I know he wants both of us and that we enhance each other's presence - and stroking her hair with my hand I feel her sweet profile and sense how much I love her.<br/><br/>Playfully I take hold of her hands and move them behind her back. It's not hard, sis is all relaxed and warm and Novak doesn't really notice. Bringing them together in the small of her back, and taking care that her forearms won't touch Novak's - he is still holding her - I quickly produce a handkerchief I had picked from the back pocket of my skirt, fold it into a narrow band and loop it around her wrists. She makes a soft moan and tenses slightly. When we were kids we'd sometimes join in yard gangs playing cops and robbers and we'd get tied up some of the times. We eveb sought it out. I smile over her shoulder; Novak smiles back but hasn't noticed. For a few moments her anticipation can be felt making her silent and solid. We're both erect, carrying ourselves proudly as we look forward to what will happen. After just a few moments I make a low giggle and let go of her wrists.