We sat there on the side of his bed taking tokes and pretending to be interested in conversation. I’m not sure how it started but, by degrees, I was...gradually undressed and the cindering joint, like an hourglass containing salts of inhibition, measured in descent, as my clothing was eventually all lost upon the floor, crackled against its final brittle like an inflamed cockroach. I eased back onto the bed as if trying to escape my fumbling feet embarrassingly playing footsies with themselves in. More, I’m so close.”I had added another finger into her pussy as I started whispering again and pumped them a bit faster.“I’m going to fuck you harder than this. I’m going to pump you so full of cum, that your birth control won’t even matter.”“Oh God yes! Do it. Make me your slut.”Ellie’s legs started shaking and I could feel the pulsing of her pussy along my fingers. She was still moaning even as I slowed down playing with her pussy and tits. As I slowly pulled my fingers from her pussy, there. Mainly, she was thinking about Chris sitting across from her. He normally didn't smell this good. He must've been wearing cologne, and it was driving her crazy. She wasn't entirely sure why but she had a pretty good idea the earlier events of the afternoon had something to do with it.She smiled to herself, remembering how good it felt having a secret.Across the table, Chris was also zoning out. He was so focused on his stepsister. Every move, bite of food, sigh, sound, shift, cough. He couldn't. George, direct us.’ ‘To your right a little, about 70 meters.’ George plotted an intersection of the three red blobs on his screen. ‘Got her.’ Cezary said, a short time later. ‘George, you won’t believe this. She’s out of it. We’re bringing her back…Put her other arm over your shoulder …Bring us in George.’ The Hover George opened the door to the hover. Cezary and Jose came up the ramp and into the main compartment carrying a small figure between them. They were an incongruous sight, the two.