When she pissed all over me, that's was it, I was done. Game over!"Chris laughed, "I hear ya. Speaking of piss, I need to go like a muthafucka."When J...y agreed with Chris, I chimed in knowing Tim was behind the RV spying on my activities, "Why don't you guys go behind the RV. It's perfect back there and no one will see you."Both men thought it a good idea and with only their shorts and shoes on, walked together behind the RV. When they were in progress, I quickly jumped on the bed, and cranked. Ben’s finger slipped inside and found her wetter. And as he moved the digit around and around, his sister began to pant, and then she brushed his hand away.“I’ll do it now, bro.”He watched as Bari moved her hand down then inside even more. She stroked down, then up, then down, moving faster and faster. Then she shifted to the top of her slit and pressed around and around. She was panting and making little “hmmph hmmph hmmph” sounds. Again and again she pressed, circled and pressed. Really fat. And she was depressed. And angry. Not all the time, sometimes she was in a really good mood, and then she was really fun to be around and she would cook for Lucy and me and she would sing while she did and she was a great cook and not a bad singer. And then we would eat and laugh and we'd have ice cream in front of the TV and then she would send us up to Lucy's room to do homework and we'd hear her sing downstairs as she did the dishes.But sometimes she was depressed and angry.. She wished he would get up, but she didnt want to tell him, afraid she would spoil this, and it felt so good to be loved.Slowly, Ben lifted himself up off of the smaller form beneath him. He withdrew slowly, sure that she would begin to feel the soreness that came after a girl’s first time. Once he was completely out of her, he pulled her oversized t-shirt back down, covering her. He crawled off of the bed, finding his pajama bottoms and pulling them back on. Tomorrow you can stay home from.