The rest of the group take turns to cut their own arms and drain little bit of their blood into a second goblet. After the goblet has been passed arou...d and collect blood from each of them it gets passed back to me and I place the goblet to her lips before forcing her to drink from it. When she has drained the goblet she starts screaming, her screams keep getting louder and louder until they're almost deafening. Suddenly the screams stop and then the group stop chanting and the room falls dead. A memory portrait could suffice. But I could go either way with that. I wasn’t a fanatic about my art; it was comfort rather than an obsession for me.I stood down from the stool in the center of the bare wooden stage to the sound of applause scattered around the room that was all the more satisfying because many present were too stoned to know they even were there, let alone that a poetry reading had ended. And those who were fully conscious were dulled by the clouds of marijuana smoke swirling. "Uh-huh," was all you could say and nodded. "Okay," she smiled. You noticed she'd got the whitest teeth you'd ever seen. Not to mention her breath smelled minty fresh and she herself hinted of a light sweet smelling scent that tickled your nose. "Just relax and Dr. Jones will be right with you," she said, leaving you alone but not closing the door completely. You felt yourself relax while you waited. You had the option of watching TV on the overhead television, but you'd just had a long day at. It may have been off by a bit but the intensity was awesome. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love and closeness and ecstasy."OH, OH, I LOVE YOU, SIMON, OH, oh," my sister groaned as I felt her shudder under me."I love you too, Anna, so much," I told her and I just didn't stop, I didn't want to and the way she was moving under me, I didn't think she wanted to stop either.My younger sister and I fucked right into a second orgasm, we were that hot for each other. We fell together, still linked.