Details I hadn’t thought about the night before, or had been too overwhelmed to think about, came back to me, and though I was somewhat erect becaus... I had to go to the bathroom, the mere thought of what happened with Francine changed that state from somewhat to fully.I couldn’t go to the bathroom like that. I had to think about something else, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Well, that didn’t mean I had to think about the finale, so I focused on some of those details I hadn’t the night. She walked to the living room and peered out the window into the night. The fog had mostly dissipated but an occasional scream still broke the silence of the city besieged by fear. Tom had been right about one thing: had all three of them gone out, her companions would quite likely have been quickly apprehended and detained. Alone she would have no such difficulties.Pushing her awareness out into dark streets, she made certain that there was no immediate threat to the two people slumbering in. I remember she took a lucky hit from a Orbital missile, it was more a near miss, a 2 megaton blast, we should be dead.The B4 bucked as the warhead exploded, power systems went from green to red but back ups soon cut in. I knew this bird was finished as I fought the controls as she headed towards the US. I over flew my base, what was left of it. The last 100 miles was very hairy. I had dumped speed, as a 17550 mile and hour impact was a very bad way to end your day. I saw ahead the flooded ruins. At times I think she forgets I’m home for the summer.Now over the years my sister has caught me in the middle of masturbating (but not the end) from time to time so it was natural and not a big deal, and at our current ages it certainly is nothing to be ashamed of. So this one particular morning it didn’t bother me that my door was open, and that my sister could easily look over and catch me whacking off as she walks past my room. As it turned out, she wasn’t interested, and never even looked.