I blinked, surprised by having the tables turned on me. "What?"

“Which of the six of us is your favorite?"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“I'm not answering that."

“Matty...”

“I'm serious. I'm not answering trap questions Like that. I love each of you for different reasons and I will NOT pick favorites."

“Belle and Neevie are already your favorites. Everybody knows it."

I sighed and shook my head. "Belle's Like my little sister."

“A Little sister who apparently can't go more than 48 hours without swallowing a load of big brother sperm down her throat."

I blushed and glanced down.

“Well... she has more opportunities than the rest of you."

“And you've wanted Neevie since you first Laid eyes on her. She's the one girl you'd actually want to date if only we didn't have The Rule.”

I sighed. "True."

“Alice has been your buddy since grade school.”

“True.”

“Zofi I'm less sure of. I mean, you're friends and she definitely gets a kick out of holding your hand everywhere you two walk around campus.

But your favorite? No."

“I like Zofi just fine and I don't rank you all."

“And Mari's super sweet. She's so shy and innocent. But then she pulled that deep-throat like it was so easy for her and I got super jealous and..."

Her voice had trailed off again.

"Is it really that simple?" I asked quietly. "You wanted to deep-throat me so badly, and when you couldn't do it for me, no matter how hard you tried, you impulsively decided to give me your pussy instead?"

Sam frowned and stared at the floor in front of her. Rather, she stared at some point a thousand yards beyond the floor in front of her. Her breathing came in slow, rhythmic streams. And she went so quiet that I dared not interrupt her train of thought.

Eventually, she answered my question as if nearly four minutes hadn't passed since I'd asked it. "Yes... and no..."

When no further explanation came forth, I sighed and muttered, "Well that's clear as mud."

Sam blinked her way out of her trance and Looked over at me.