She looked pretty rough, of course; pale, hair going every which way, IV in her arm and a tube coming out of her chest, casts on her left arm and left...lower leg. In spite of her obvious misery, she smiled when she saw me and said, "Here's my hero!" Her voice was kind of hoarse from the tube that had been in her throat during her surgery.My response was a complete surprise to me. I choked up and I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks as I took her hand and kissed it. When I. I know you borrow my dresses! Come on, sit down...tell me what's making you cry?"Fucking hell, my sister knew about me wearing her clothes! What was I going to say to her? I walked to the bed and just fell into her arms sobbing. My sister stroked my hair and kept reassuring me that 'whatever it was could be resolved'.I sat up and looked at her."You know I wear your clothes, how?"My sister laughed "Yes Steve...I know you wear my clothes I have done for the last two years! I can always smell you. At that same moment I was thinking it was June in Southern California and usually I get lucky somewhere around the end of August and meet some girl trying to get some before her summer in So. Cal. is over. I should just be enjoying this hottie that picked me up and lead the way into having wild, sex the following day? I just graduated from High School and took the first job that was offered to me which was bagging groceries at a strip Mall in the town I was born and raised in. I was only. From her writhing and squealing I guessed he was licking her shitter, and she liked it, liked it a lot. Her face reddened and she came hard, I was by now standing over her stroking my hard cock, and after she came she seemed to focus just enough to notice me. She looked me straight in the eye, and she was still looking me in the eye when he shoved that lethal cock hard up her arsehole. She screamed. Anyone would have screamed. But god she screamed and screamed and screamed. Kemal didn't care..