"I thought I had lost you, I have been so scared. The doctors did scans but could find nothing wrong." I was so relieved to know Melissa was ok, but I...needed to see her first. What had happened that night had obviously scared her. But was it the attack or what happened to the boy. I looked at mum with confusion, trying to remember that night, to figure out what I had done. It was not hard to realize what had happened. I had lost it, I had lost control, let my anger take control of my power. I. Gently, he circled my nipples with the tips of his fingers. There I go, tingling again. “When are you going to fuck me?” I asked as I pressed my breasts into his hands. He smiled as he squeezed them and I softly moaned in delight. “Suck my dick first,” he said as if he thought about it for a second. “Hmmm, maybe we can do that together,” I suggested as I looked at his hardness pressing through the sheet. “No Tranquility, we can’t do that. You don’t have a dick,” he quipped trying to be. "It's pretty hot today, how about we take this off?" I smirked mischievously, tugging at her top. Without a word she just sat up and raised her arms. She was now as naked as me, and I was more turned on than ever. I'd never realised how hot my sister was before. Her hair was light brown like mine, but she kept hers shorter, down to her neck. She wasn't a lot younger than me, she'd be fifteen in a few months, but her boobs hadn't gone through the growth spurt mine had just yet, so they were. A three quarter bed and a large double, tea and coffee, small kettle, TV, a small settee, and en-suite bathroom with shower over. The walls were an acceptable shade of beige with the colour being injected by the bedding, curtains and soft furnishings. There were the usual pieces of what I call ‘furniture’ art on the wall. The perfect, bland, setting that will not annoy anyone except the most rabid design freaks. I was quite happy with the room. It was pleasant and functional and did nothing to.