Mark felt elated, the last few days had made him feel alive. The rough sex with Gloria was just what he needed and thought he would go back to her periodically. Sex with his sister was great but he missed the violence of his old life.
During breakfast the next morning Mary asked Mark "if he thought her looks and body would have got a job at the house."
Knowing that he should give his sister an honest answer he shook his head "No, sorry sis, I think you are stunning but, top end whoring requires a young exceptional woman."
"Do you think I could earn a decent living, looking like I do?"
"Sure, not 2 grand a night, but punters would be queuing up, strange question to ask, what's up?"
"Would you mind if I went back to escorting? Loved the money and miss the life."
Looking at his sister, Mark could see she was nervous. Thinking that it had taken a lot for her to mention wanting to go back whoring, Mark thought carefully before answering.
"Why do you want to go back? You have plenty of money and all the time in the world to enjoy whatever you want."
"It's like a drug, it's not the sex, you can give me more than I need, the money is secondary, just love it."
Nodding in understanding, Mark reached across and held her hand "Can I be your pimp?"
Laughing Mary kissed him "God I love you, take me back to bed."
Mark undressed quickly and got back into bed so he could watch his sister undress. Mary took her time undressing as she knew her brother loved to watch. As she peeled her jean's off she turned away from Mark as she leaned forward to get them off her feet. Slowly sliding her panties over her hips, she allowed her shirt to fall back over her arse to tease him a little.
As she pulled her panties off she could see the crotch was stained and soaking wet as the scent of her sex wafted into the room. Turning back to face Mark she was pleased to see his cock was rock hard, the look of sexual hunger on his face filled her with confidence.
Mary started to undo her shirt, remembering her fleshy belly and heavy tits made her feel awkward and she stopped.
Mark was puzzled as the confident women disappeared and his sister stood looking awkward and uncomfortable.
"Wassup sis?"
As her tears started to flow, "I feel fat and old"
Mark was stunned, "You have to be fucking joking, I love your body"
"Yes, I know, I love being myself, suppose I had got used to having a 20-year olds body"
"Do you want me to find another young girl for you?"
No, I want to be me, just wish I had a flat muscular stomach and pert tits."
Getting up Mark gently took her in his arms and kissed her tears away. Taking her shirt and bra off he looked at his beautiful sister, noticing that her nipples no longer jutted slightly upwards and her belly was a little wobbly. "Silly girl, you are stunning, 35 years old and near perfect."
Seeing his sister looking so unhappy, Mark felt helpless, then he had an idea. Isabella had said that he had more powers than he realized. Reasoning that he could think one person into another or transport himself to the kingdom, he turned his full attention to Mary.