What was so wrong with me that my own mother would decide to do that? I always wondered why I didn't remember anything from before I came to the orpha...age too. I had tried, lots of times, to think about any memory I had from before I went to live at St. Cecelia's, but I couldn't. I remember falling once, and cutting my leg near the ankle, but that was when I was about five years old. I had to go to the hospital to get stitches. A priest came to bring me to the hospital in a car, then he took me. Dana picked it up and began to clean me. Rena crashed onto the bed beside me and lay face down with her arm across my chest; She was as spent as I was. Mika took the cloth and began to clean between her sister’s legs and arse. Dana wasn’t getting much response. My cock was on strike. It had been severely used this past half hour or so and wasn’t about to raise its head for another round for some time. Dana had other ideas. Slowly she sucked and stroked, stopping every so often to blow on my. It was brightly lit from the fluorescent lights she had turned on. She told me she would be back in a couple of minutes and to get undressed and lay on the table face down. As she left the room she turned off the overhead lights. Except for a couple of candles flickering in the corner it was very dark now. I stumbled at first while my eyes adjusted to the darkness. After I took off my clothes, like any other guy I gave my pecker a few strokes to stretch things out. I wasn't sure how long she. She seemed to show no sign of nervousness. My heart was beating up ever so fast.Me: You look very pretty Ragini.She laughed. I loved the way she smile. It has some kind of mystery in it. She never opened up to me. But there she was in my home with no one around.Me: Why are you here?Her: You asked me to come. Right? To give you company?Me: Yeah.I put on the TV to reduce the awkwardness and we both started watching it. I used it as a distraction and moved a little closer to her. I had no idea.