My parents had already left for the conference so I raced upstairs and there was my sister in our room.“Alright I wanted all week. You tortured me a...l week long and I’m going crazy and craving you. Can we play now? I don’t know how much more waiting I can take. It’s like torture.”“Do you even want your gift?”“After we play.” I demanded.“Too bad you’re getting it now.” She snickered at me. “Ugh fine.”“Sit down on your bed and close your eyes.” She asked. I did. I heard a lot of noises. I also. Carl often takes still photos of me, but this was the first time there was a camera in the room. We had talked about making a home movie before so I was excited. " Drop the towel and come and join me on the bed" Carl said. He pulled me close to him so my back was leaning up against his chest. I laid my head back as he kissed my neck and said something beautiful to me in Spanish. I moaned slightly and instinctively spread my knees apart as his hands roughly kneaded my breasts. "Steph, you are. His massive right hand plunged down through the torn opening and onto my crotch, ripping the gown further as he clamped his fat paw onto my pussy mound and squeezed hard. I cried out again, trying to pull away, but he cuffed me once again, backhanding me back against the ground. I tasted blood and almost protested for real, but then he pulled back, rolling me like I weight nothing.On my belly now, I struggled to rise, which bothered him not at all. His fingers seized the collar at the back of. Then there was the touching. Hugs became more frequent and were held longer. His hands found their way to her body more often, though never inappropriately. But the one thing that had crowded everything out of her mind was ...the kiss. The kiss that could have meant nothing or perhaps everything.It happened while they were playing at wrestling over the T.V. remote. He had her pinned and both of them laughing when he bent down and kissed her lightly before jumping up and away from her. A strange.