Loud noises echo inside my head and won’t stop. Sometimes the noises are voices, sometimes they are just noise. Sometimes I just have to scream unti... the noise goes away. My own screaming doesn’t count as noise inside my head, maybe because I know it’s something I control. I don’t know what it is that makes me be like that, I just am because I am.Sometimes my brother yells at me, “Shut up. Shut the fuck up! Bitch.” I just scream longer and louder. I am not ‘Bitch’, I am Susan. It is worse if he. She was dropped on the ground coughing and throwing up.Don took a belt out of a pair of trousers and had them hold her over the hot metal of the car hood The first lash of the belt was like fire or a hundred bee stings on her butt.Lisa was screaming and jerking so hard the boys were having a hard time holding on to her.The belt landed on her legs, butt, lower back and shoulders. The pain was awful.Don hit her a dozen times then had them turn her loose. Lisa crouched on the ground moaning and. In no time I was moaning again for the second time and my thighs moved all over uncontrollably. With one hand on his head pressing it against my pussy I caressed my tits and gently pinched my nipples with the other. I was going for a second orgasm.In about a minute his sucking rhythm became somewhat rapid and his finger fuck increased in tempo – both of which were taking me somewhere where I want to be! The orgasm hit me without warning. It came too suddenly. I bucked like a horse with my torso. I was aware of my brothers’ eyes burning into my wet shirt and between my thighs. I crossed my hands across chest and tried to ignore them.They have turned 18 last November. Only during this visit I was finding change in their behavior. Once Nandu leaves for work, they remove their underwear and move about with huge tents in their shorts. They kept brushing their dicks on my buttocks, or press elbows in my tits in kitchen as if by accident.I sensed Vijay moved closer and was touching his.