.." I refused to make eye contact. I stared down atmy white tennis shoes the whole time."Oh lord. You gonna need some help around here. You're gonna h...ng 'roundme for a while. Okay with that?" I nodded quickly, very relieved that someone was talking to me. And eventhough Brianne was rather intimidating, she seemed nice.And we have been best friends ever since. We were almost alwaystogether, laughing all the time. But Christmas Break of that year waswhen things really started to change."Hey, on. Like them, she couldn't find any lodging either and was forced to stay at a hotel several miles away in a larger town called Fayetteville. She made one attempt at renting a car through the hotel she was staying at, but when they insisted on seeing a driver's license she declined, knowing once they saw her real age, they wouldn't rent to her anyway.She had heard how difficult it was to gain entrance to one of reverend Bishop's sermons, so she took a cab to Magnesia Springs early Sunday. We were standing, kissing each other madly.I was pleasuring her with the trimmer on max vibration. I could feel that she was vibrating too. She was on the edge of cumming. And then she came, and she bit on my lips very hard. Blood started dripping from my lips, but that didn’t stop. She was mad, a savage, a sex junkie.She kept kissing me and even sucked my blood. It was damn hot and very arousing. I couldn’t hold myself any longer. I had placed the trimmer aside, and now I told her to suck my. My sister's undulations were breathing new life into my cock. “I've seen it before,” she breathed out in what was more sigh than statement, “but not hard and I really had no idea.” She kind of chuckled and then wormed her way a little lower onto my growing erection. “I think you ruined me,” she half laughed and started rocking her sex on the upper half of my fully recovered hard on. I reached down and grabbed her ass with both hands and mauled her cheeks forcing a moan from her as I.