So I was used by my parents to act as a leash on her to drive away the devilish nightmares… and the arrangement worked fairly well for me as well. ...ou see, as I mentioned before, my sister has a habit of being ‘dead’ while she’s sleeping! And especially during the summer months, I took advantage of her being ‘dead’ to the fullest. In fact, only last night, after she started snoring lightly on the bedspread, I sat up. Tonight, she was wearing a knee length pink night-gown which was fairly. Upon arrival Miss Stratton showed me in and told me to make myself comfortable while she got changed, she came into the room wearing a dressing gown and sat next to me on the sofa"what drink would you like Gemma im having a vodka"sounds good Gemma said"there you are and handed Gemma the glass"i cant see what all the fuss is about your breasts Gemma she suddenly said"no nor can i Miss Stratton"how does the sports bra feel now is it better for you"oh yes said Gemma in fact i wear it all the time. I noticed my voice rising a little when I repeated my question angrily having had her ignore me the first time. "Yes", she said assertively. I walked towards her and asked her to get up and take her jacket off, which was soaking wet from the melting snow. When she stood up, she aggressively and violently kissed me and bit my bottom lip which caught me off guard, and was actually painful making my bottom lip form a little ball of blood. I didn't know what to think or feel. I was angered, I was. The condoms kept breaking–no matter which brand or style that we bought–making them totally undependable, as far as we were concerned. Not only that, but for both of us, condoms also took away that wonderful feeling that came from having Rays bare dick in direct contact with my bare pussy during intercourse. I went back down to the local womens clinic, and told the doctor about my on-going condom-breakage problem, and the doctor suggested that I should try using a diaphragm, instead of condoms..