WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ACTIVITY.

Sally Parks learned early on in life what it meant to be female. On her tenth birthday her father brought her a Barbie doll. Sally already had a Barbie doll. She wanted Ken so Barbie could kiss him. Just like she'd seen the ladies and men do on the movies her Daddy and Uncle Tim watched with her Mummy. Sally stared at them through the crack in her door and giggled at the strange sounds the people made. She was fascinated how they twisted their legs and bodies in the most unusual ways.

Later, when the movie was finished, Sally listened to her parents and uncle laughing and moaning knowing they too were playing similar games to what the people in the movie did.

By the time Sally was thirteen she had let Mickey Jessop touch her for an ice cream. At fifteen she had touched Oscar Belfour in places he wanted her to, so he would do her science project.

Yes, Sally Parks knew what it meant to be female. She had used it to her advantage for a very long time.

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She opened the door of her unit when she heard the knock and smiled up at her brother-in-law. "Hi, Claude. Where's Lacy?"

"I just dropped her off at the gym. She said you wanted the old microwave. Is that right, because I've got it in the car?"

"Yeah, great. What did you get to replace it?"

Claude laughed and shook his head as he moved towards the sedan. He looked over his shoulder at Sally. "Maybe we shouldn't go there. You know what your sister's like. When she wants something no one else has a say or stands in her way."

"Hey... we're sisters." Sally grinned, folded her arms across her chest and leant against the door jamb as Claude bent into the car and lifted the microwave. As he moved past her and into the flat, she added, "We both have a tendency to get what we want, Claude." She closed the door and pressed her back to it, her hands hidden behind her.

The stance caused her satin dressing gown to slip open. She cocked her head. "Haven't you worked that out yet?"

Claude grinned but his facial expression changed to curiosity when he faced her. Sally's open dressing gown revealed the smooth mounds of her breasts, her nipples just hidden by the fabric. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She giggled, stepped toward him and put one hand in the middle of his chest. Sally ran the other up the length of his arm. "Lacy and I have always been competitive. We even fought over Uncle Tim. Did you know that, Claude?"

"What the fuck?" Claude moved backwards but bumped into the kitchen bench. Sally moved closer.

"Lacy wasn't as keen as me but she didn't want me getting all the attention. She's never had the skill of turning events, which come her way, into an advantage like I do. In fact, I know Lacy is a bit of a prude." Sally grinned seductively. "I know a lot about men, Claude, I've had many lessons learning what they like." She pressed her hand against the front of his shorts.

"Sally... I... look..."

"No one needs to know, Claude. Just you and little old me. Our secret. I bet Lacy hardly gives you any attention." She pouted and ran her finger down his cheek. "I know my sister."

Before Claude could utter a word, Sally had pushed his football shorts down and was on her knees in front of him. As she put her mouth on him, he groaned, "Oh... fuck, Sally." He grappled for air. "So, this is just between us... right?"

"Of course, Claude, only you and I will know about it." She sucked harder and looked up at him with her large brown eyes.

Claude relaxed. He put his hand on the back of her head and groaned again.

Yes... there was nothing Sally Parks wouldn't do with a man if she got something out of it. She thought of herself as a collector of men. One day Claude would come in handy. He would owe her. Sally had found having a collection a very useful thing to possess. She couldn't understand how other woman hadn't worked it out the way she had.

Her whiny girlfriends disgusted her. She hated the way they whimpered and carried on because their boyfriends broke up with them or slept with another girl behind their backs. Sally had been that other girl more often than not.

She couldn't believe her luck when Rohan Wayland came to work at Sykes. Sally Parks was at her best when she could intimidate and shock. She loved the look on their faces. In the end they always begged her for more.

Sally grinned as she caressed her brother-in-law with her tongue. She'd known he wouldn't say no and now she'd be able to control him.

Just like she'd control Rohan Wayland in the end.

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