As I started driving she leant forward between the seats and whispered into my ear, "Are you sure about this?" Before I could answer she said, "Oh... ...t's too late now."As she had leant forward her miniskirt had risen up and John made the decision for us. Heather sighed as he inserted his fingers into her cunt. From either side hands appeared to unbutton her blouse.In the mirror I saw black hands massaging her tits before faces appeared and began sucking her nipples.During this time, John had. "I'm sorry...please, I'm so sorry...I'm just-" A bitch?" I said."Yes! Yes, I'm such a bitch, I know, I'm just-" And now you want my cock? You think you've earned that?"I felt the hot anger burn up in me, and this time I let it. My hand flew to her throat, and I pulled her close to me, choking her."After the years of abuse, the insults? After turning my own sister against me!?" I shouted.She didn't try to say anything, she couldn't. I tightened my grip around her throat for a few seconds as she. Before we went downstairs, we stripped the bed and carried the sheets and mattress pad with us.Dad was there. When he saw us, he grinned broadly. "Sleeping a little late this morning? I guess that crazed woman's screaming kept you awake, too." I blushed deeply and he grinned even more.I said with a whine in my voice, "It's all his fault. I'm just a poor, helpless woman." I caught him as he drank from his cup and made him splutter. I laughed happily. "I love Chad and he does marvelous things to. We are famished. Tray lives with his brother and his brother's fiancée, and none of them can cook other than barbeque, or at least that's what he says. Speaking of which, can I go over to their house tomorrow for a barbeque?" I responded."I suppose that would be ok with me, as long as it is ok with your Uncle," my mom replied to me, before turning to Tray and saying, "It's nice to meet you, Tray. You must come over for dinner one night. I love to cook, as my daughter has probably told you.