“Do not fear tiny terror, you’ll get your chance.” I said mimicking her accent, and walking through the door into the chilly air. “I had ...etter!” she called after me, trying in vain to resurrect her hair. I snuck up behind my sister and poked her in the side with a finger, making her jump. “My chest still hurts.” “So does mine.” She retorted acidly. I was saved from anymore icy comments by our father’s car pulling into the parking lot. Déjà vu! It was just Dad and already he had. "Watch it in your own room, Queen Bitch!" was all I could muster in retaliation.The lure of the 52 inch screen was powerful, and Erika tried to act like the pouting child that expected to get her way. My response was cutting, although not insulting.I said, "Well see how it goes AFTER you've finished the dishes!"The little brat stormed off to her own room rather than take orders from me, and that was fine.Later, after dad had re-emerged from his own room to go to the kitchen, he inquired where. He replies "We are not done yet."Naked, covered in jizz, with her ass and pussy up in the sky. Mary gets nervous as she has no clue what's about to happen to her. Her boyfriend is still recovering so he grabs Mary's dildo out of the closet and pushes it inside her oversensitive pussy. She groans as she gets penetrated for the 2nd time. She can feel her dildo going in and out and starts to moan. Out of nowhere, her boyfriend licks Mary's anus, and it makes her flinch."What the hell!" she says. He offered her a share of what he had bought, and she refused the meat, but took from the bread and the cakes. She then took what still existed from the torn dress, and formed a bundle, so she could carry her share of their provisions — he hadn’t thought before of letting her carry his bundle, or maybe hadn’t trusted her to do it. He liked the way she looked, walking naked, slightly bent forward, with the load on her back, her breasts small but still large enough to sway in the rhythm of her.