I don’t know what to do about this considering I’ve never been slapped before by him.“I’m going to my room now,” is the only thing I can say...as I slowly walk to my bedroom.I quietly close the door and can hear them talking in the living room but the ringing in my ear is still prominent. I move to my bed and take my coat off, sitting down facing away from the door I look over my jacket. I can see the nicks in the leather from wear and tear, been wearing it almost everywhere for a year now. I. “You're just lazy.”“Tired,” I muttered.Keily smacked my ass. “Come on, out of bed. I'm the little sister here. I'm the one who's supposed to be lazy. You should be responsible.”Crack!“Ouch,” I gasped. “You little brat.”“Get up. We have to shower and get dressed.” She gave me a naughty grin. “And since we slept in, we'll have to share our shower.”“Yes,” I groaned.Our bedroom connected to the upstairs bathroom. It was Keily and mine's. Mom had the master bathroom all to herself. My sister and I,. Drunk on his own grungy scent, he grabbed the bar top ledge near the window, dividing the kitchen from the living room. Then he unzipped his fly and let his jeans fall to his ankles. “Oh god. This is gonna be so good” he moaned out a whisper. He needed this. Cindy, his now ex, didn’t believe in sex before marriage and Michael didn’t believe in marriage. So after nine months of tension, it just fizzled out. After ripping open the packet with his teeth, he slipped the condom down his hard length.. Both of us fell on our back and in the shuttle shock my right hand was tightly grabbing on her right boob and left hand on her left thigh. We lay motionless for some seconds. And when she was about to getup I began may act. I was not willing to waste this golden chance. So I decided to try my luck. I started to press on her right boob and she looked me unbelievably. I said ‘sorry aunty, but I need u , badly need u”. Saying this I began to press both her breasts hardly and she began to moan. She.