I was three blocks from home when I heard a girl screaming and I ran into the access alley that ran behind our street. It was nothing but dumpsters an... garbage cans and usually wither wino's or druggies back there.I stepped out from behind a dumpster into the shadows and there was my sister Sharon, standing there and crying with her bra off and pressed to her ample bosom and her blouse laying in a mud puddle. Three young men stood around her in a semicircle as she cried. Tom G. said in a growl. I couldn't figure out if it was relief from realising that I wasn't a burglar, or if she was laughing at me, standing there naked and looking so pathetic. I had no idea what was in her mind.I thought she was going to cover herself, but she didn't. She just stood there, a smile on her face as she watched me trying to pull my shorts up to cover my teenage hard-on.I could feel my face burning in embarrassment and I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. If the truth be known, I was scared. We reach the bathroom, which is nothing more than a portapotty, over in the corner in the camp. I am confused, but then she turns her head and winks at me. She opens the door and brings me into the small plastic room. She reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her small tits to me. As a virgin, my cock strains harder against my shorts, even though her tits aren’t as big as my fantasies. “Use my phone to film this.” She whispers in my ear as she starts to unzip my. Setting it down upon my pallet, I notice that she is still standing at the door. “Talhrana, friend most venerable, would you care to join me? There is far more food here than I alone can eat.” “Nay, my child, the gods bless you a thousand fold.” she says quietly. “I have my duties to attend to.” I am disappointed but I understand, it is her way to obey as it is mine to rebel. She reaches into her pocket and draws out a heavy, dark object. It is a key. A key from whose loop hangs a silken cord.