” She came closer to me and pinched my cheeks and woke me up, “Arjun, wake up. We have our plans at 6.” She left the room in a hurry.I stood up ...ith a sly smile on my face. I was happy that she’s not angry with me. Noticing my hard dick I dashed to my room, getting in the shower and started to masturbate. After satisfying myself I got ready and went down by 6.Rest of the day passed by normally. We watched some movies and had dinner. we wished each other goodnight and I went back to my room. I. I later found out tha my younger sister started masturbating in the lower bunk to my mom’s chorus of “please fuck me like you mean it”, just like I did in the top bunk! While neither of us knew exactly what was going on in there, I knew two things to be true because I heard it many times: my mom was a slut, and whatever was going on in that room must feel pretty good. I’m sure that shaped our lives as both of us went on to become porn and sex addicts. Of course, it led to us experimenting. Sex was always great and fun for Corrina and the more bizarre the better for her.Until after a particularly disgusting orgy (which in most people’s eyes it must have really been something), she became depressed and just wanted to sleep most of the time. She wasn’t consciously thinking, and awoke realizing that she had conned herself into thinking she wanted to sleep but really she wanted to escape the thoughts whirling in her head concerning her hyper-sexuality. Whenever she was alone, Corrina. I keep my head down, gaze on the grass, waiting. My dance is done, but I am not, I want more, I want what I have always wanted. I wait, hoping. I hear him approach, and my heart skips a beat. My pussy is dripping, my legs trembling with the effort of holding in my heat. I want to look up, but I can’t, can’t believe it is true, that the dream is finally happening. He stops in front of me, and shyly, I look up, slowly, carefully. He stands there, bold, shirtless, wearing only jeans. His eyes.