He wrapped his arms tightly around me and held me close to him as he probed and penetrated my tight, wet vagina. I whined softly in his ear and rubbed...his back, holding him while we made love in the living room.Getting more aggressive, his gentle, deep pushes became quicker, shallower thrusts. And his grunting became louder and more dominant as he took control of me.I ran my hands down his back and slapped his firm butt cheeks, grabbing them tightly to pull him deeper inside of me. He grunted. I had to laugh at myself for a minute, my mom was fucking her little sister right next to me while I fucked my little sister, who else can say that? I watched her tits bounce as she sped up a little fucking Aunt Lisa, who was now pushing back against her. I watched as Rita arched her back and turned her head to the side to look at me, and pushed her hands deep into the mattress so she could fuck me harder.“Oh fuck yes Randy, fuck me harder! Pull my hair, pull my fucking hair!”I grabbed her hair. Too hung-over to do media obligations, too drunk to perform well, and too preoccupied with tagging slutty groupies. The band was suffering because of me. They called my sister. Bought me a plane ticket and shipped me home. In the middle of a tour. That was hard to swallow. My problems began when I didn't have the time to properly grieve the death of my parents. They were killed in a traffic accident, just as the band and I were going into the studio for the first time, to record a full-length. Angie: That is a shame...If only we could find you someone sexy and strapping to whisk you off your feet.Look its no bother. I am happy single.Angie: *points* him over there would shag anything that moved back in his day.The girls reminisced about there past exploits, some the gay characters from their youth. I just sank back into my shell until Angie hit a raw nerve.Angie: What do you think of my Mark?Huh...I...I..Angie: Bless I have made him gone all shy.Mum: Answer her Chris.Well..yeah he's.