As Don stood in his bedroom, his gaze fixed on the message from Summer, he had a smirk on his usually stoic features. The attachment had surprised him, and he hesitated, considering whether he should reply or not.
'Better not respond now,' he thought. 'Don't want to give her the wrong idea. She might think I only forgave her because she sent me tits… she wouldn't be completely wrong I guess.'
His thumb hovered over the power button, ready to dismiss the screen, when a soft, sexy voice whispered into his right ear, "Getting nudes from your sister, Donnie? That's some diabolical stuff."
Startled, Don snapped his head to the side, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the owner of the familiar voice. Trixie, who stood atop his dresser.
