Now that we're all grown up we have one of those rare sibling relationships. It's not the shared history and blood that binds us. I like hanging aroun... with her because I genuinely like her.Not that any of this made me any happier to see her sitting in my livingroom. Sitting and sitting in my livingroom. After a brief greeting, the two of them continued chatting away. As though I hadn't come in. They were hogging the sofa between them, which left me to sit in one of the uncomfortable chairs.. Ume-san had stab wounds and slashes all down her back and, although she was in pain, she was still awake and not bleeding too much. Sata-san was on the floor on her side unconscious, with a minor flow of blood from a cut at the back of her neck to her shoulder blade. She was in bad shape. I found that I now had control of my body, so I quickly untied them all then grabbed the phone and phoned for an ambulance. I leaped back to the injured women and started dealing with injuries from worst on. "I've heard girls say they don't like it. I can't understand why."I smiled and reached over to gently stroke her arm. "We've discussed this before, that what we've been doing is 'making love'. There's a difference between making love and fucking. Farm animals fuck because there is no love between them. With humans, if both partners do things with love and consideration for the other partner, it's not fucking, it's making love." I paused and looked at her and saw that she'd understood what I'd. I want to do it some more.” She smiled shyly as she said this last.She stood from putting plates in the dishwasher and kissed me abruptly.“How about now? I have to get a shower before we leave, anyway.” Her hand slid down and caressed my stiffening cock thru my shorts. I hadn’t had this much sex in years! Not that I was complaining at all.“Sure,” I smiled back at her. “You gals can have all you want. As long as I’m able to keep up, that is.”I slipped a hand into the panties of the nightie she.