She patted down the driver. “Okay, ladies. You must be Sylvia. Who are you?” I said looking at our first prisoner.“My name is Michelle Dawson. T...at’s my older sister, Sylvia.”“Okay, you can put your hands down. Shirl, close the truck up, take the keys, and lock it. Let’s go home. We’ll talk in comfort.”Shirley did as I asked and we all headed in toward the house. Shirley called on the radio, “Mary, handle the net. We have everything under control and are coming in.”“Great!” I heard from Mary.. I stared at her legs and ass as she moved about her campground.She disappeared inside the trailer. I waited but she didn't come back out. No doubt it took a long time to tell her mom and dad all about the pervert boy in the next campsite. I went off to do something else. Something else was still nothing at all. Fortunately, I now had a pleasant image of a cute girl in a white top and pink shorts in my head as I wandered around doing my nothing.I had no interest in the hiking trails. My sister. I was drier than I would have wanted for this moment but I wanted him. It was rough and painful but I wanted his cock. I wanted him to use me.Perhaps his precum, perhaps mucus from my insides, even blood from my torn pussy but moisture came and so did bliss. He rode me and I loved it. I rocked my hips trying to catch his stride. His arms came around me and his fingers found my nipples. He squeezed them and stretched them allow them to snap back. His fingers grip my fat cones and squeezed the. I ended up next to my ex, and because he was quite tall he sort of blocked me off from the rest of the group. We didn't even say any words, we just began kissing. I really hate him, but with all the drinks I was just so horny. Soon enough the kissing because progressive and he started rubbing up against me. Most of the other people in the room were just asleep I presumed, either way I didn't care.I knew it was wrong, I had vowed never to speak to him again after what he did to me but there I.