But now I found the sight of my sister in her bathers endlessly fascinating. My Mum told her off for buying bikinis that were too skimpy. “Oh, for...God’s sake, Tabatha, put some clothes on!” she was always saying. Not just about the bathers, but about the short shorts, the mini skirts, the spaghetti straps, the crop tops and the tank tops. In the second dream, I was sitting on my bed, looking out the window at Tabatha lying on a sunlounge. She was wearing a white bikini. She was lying on. By nine, she was an odd mixture of nervous, expectant, horny and worried. "Did I text her too soon?" she asked herself. After having some Frosted Shreddies, she went back to her room and closed the door. Rather than worry, she decided she was going to masturbate. Walking to her window, she opened it, letting a slight breeze enter her stuffy room, and she pulled her pink t-shirt over her head. When it hit the floor, it had crumpled in a way that made it look like C3PO had a green lightsabre for. How can I possibly know that already? My heart is hammering at a hundred miles an hour and I feel like I might not survive being observed like this for much longer.He lowers the fastening on the side of my dress, as he did before, and I feel it slip from my shoulders and whisper down over my hips to pool on the floor once more. I try to breathe, but all I can manage is shallow breaths and I pray he doesn't notice."Sasha, I'm not going to hurt you."He walks around behind me and my shoulders. Very well, who was I to argue with that?This went on throughout the night, each time I would spy someone coming down, going to the bar, picking another out, money exchanging hands, a hotel key offered, and another horny patron going up to have his luck changed for the better. I lost count after the tenth man had gone up. I could imagine my sweet girl, no longer innocent after the intense gangbang she had at the adult theater, being fucked by all these random strangers. No clue who they were,.