Brianna had something else on her mind. "David... what are some of your other fantasies?"

I smirked. "Where to begin? Why?"

“Well, the Danielle one is getting a little old," she said quietly.

I hesitated a Little too long before answering. I'd really, really been enjoying the Danielle fantasies. I didn't really want to let them go.

“I know they'll never go away since I'll always look Like her. And it's my fault for dyeing my hair Like this. But someday, I'd... I'd..." Her voice trailed off.

I just waited her out.

She finally said in a soft voice I could barely here, “I'd want to feel like you were making love to me again, instead of to her."

“I am..." I reasoned.

“No, you're not. I can see it when I look at you. You're using my body, but you're making love to her."

“Isn't that what you wanted?"

She sniffled.

“No. I'll be Like whoever you want me to be. But I still want you with me... Like we're role-playing or something."

“Well... I gave her a predatory smile. "I did see this skimpy hula girl outfit back in Koloa..."

Brianna blushed and then leaned up to kiss me.

“Anything for you.”

An hour later, I staggered out of our condo, holding my jaw in pain.

“Fuck off and DIE!" Brianna screamed at me, trying to hold up a T-shirt over her naked body as she kept yelling until the door was shut behind me. And still she kept screaming.

Everything had been going so well. A sexy Little hula dance followed by a striptease had led to some seriously steamy Lovemaking. We'd brought along some of the toys and I tied Brianna to the bed, with her wearing nothing but a coconut bra roughly shoved out of the way.

She was flat on her back while I drilled her asshole. If you haven't figured it out by now, Brianna was really into anal sex. Sometimes I thought I fucked her ass more often than I was in her pussy.

And then, just as we were about to cum together, I'd shouted, "Yes,

Dani, yes!"

I still erupted into her bowels. Brianna got angry immediately and slipped out of her wrist-ties, cursing me out and hitting my chest as she sobbed pitifully. "You don't Love me! You don't love me!"

I hadn't been a good time to say the wrong name.

I started to get annoyed. Wasn't she the one promising to become whoever I wanted? Wasn't she the one who dyed her hair and played on her physical resemblance to Danielle? If she didn't want me fantasizing about my sister, she should have left herself a brunette.

Whatever I ended up verbalizing, it was the wrong thing to say. I hadn't realized she had that kind of strength in her until she practically dislodged my jaw with a wicked right cross. And then she kicked me out.