"Tell me what's wrong. Perhaps I can help."Her face lit up at the realization that I hadn't completely sided withMadison. It looked like she had been ...rushed when one of her idols hadnearly yelled at her, and that wasn't what I wanted her to remember whenshe went to bed tonight."I don't know why they hate me," she cried softly, and I could tell thatshe was on the verge of tears again. "I met them when I moved here atthe beginning of the year. I tried to be friends with them, but theyjust pushed. Her right hand was squeezing my left breast and pulling on my nipple, giving me jolts of pain. I broke contact with her and blew my breath in her ear, kissed her neck, and slowly licked my way down her carotid artery, giving her shivers. Her hands entwined mine and she used that as leverage to pull herself up slightly to give a better angle for me to suck on her tight nipples and lave her perky tits. Her breasts were now pushed into my face and I bit her erect points. She hissed, but I could. We only have time for a quickie, so that will be today's lesson."She backed up to the workbench, and lifted her skirt. "Lift me up, please."I stepped up to her, grasped her around the waist, and settled her on the edge of the workbench. My dad always kept the bench very clean, so there was no dirt or sawdust to worry about. I stepped between her legs as she spread them widely, and leaned down to kiss her again.After a moment, she pulled back, and said, "There's no time for a long build up. This. If I'd been in a calmer state I wouldn't have minded nestling on up when the job required it. But really, my idlings had left me with a big hard thing in the front of my pants which I really did not want to be rubbing up against my sister's ass. On several occasions, exactly that did happen. I was flooded with self-mortification, a weird sort of fluid in my veins and stuff which served to push even more blood into the offensive member.I was so relieved when the job was done and it was time to.