She was married to some sort of corporate lawyer, who was always on his phone. And I suppose we viewed each other with a little apprehension. So I thi...k we both agreed that for the sake of our respective parents, we got along, but there was no real brother sister relationship.After the wedding, and the happy couple flew off on honeymoon, we both went our separate ways. Fast forward two years, and I was back at my parents house, due to my relationship breaking down.So I was happily in their. ‘Can you see how wet I am Sean? I need to come so badly. I need you to make me come. Please Sean…’ He didn’t need to be asked twice. Ripping his shirt off when he couldn’t unbutton it fast enough, he winced as he undid his zipper over his now painful erection, and shed the rest of his clothes in a heartbeat. Crossing over to the bed, he surveyed what was before him. The bedsheets were rumpled where she had twisted and turned on them in a state of lust, the pillows were nearly off the bed, and. She sensed her mother gasping and struggling futilely with the huge Xenia.Next thing Grace was tossed high into the air. She flailed blindly for a terrified second, until Boris caught her and lowered her onto the table with a snigger. There was no point fighting, physically. She lay there while Boris strapped her down, telling herself Xenia wouldn’t really kill her: this was America, and anyway once Xenia had killed her her mum definitely wouldn’t tell them anything.There was the sound of water. She opened the door and I looked at her.She was in a T-shirt and pajamas and hair looking all messed up. I thought she had woke just now. So I went up to her room and she told me she had difficulty with something on her phone. As expected she told me that she had just woken and told me to go to the hall as she is taking a bath.I agreed and took her phone to the hall and continued checking. My naughty mind was telling me to check her browser again as in laptop and another side of me was stopping.