He poked his head in the bedrooms and quickly identified Lauren’s versus Betty’s. Betty had an okay face but her body was attractive in a thick so...t of way. However, with access to Lauren’s room, Brendan didn’t think twice about where he wanted to start exploring. Lauren seemed to have her shit a little more together than Betty, although Brendan figured that Lauren also had more visitors to her room. He checked her laundry basket hoping to find panties or something, but was disappointed by the. Denise was in the kitchen (the whole kitchen / dining room / living room were open to one another), doing something with a casserole pan on the kitchen island. "Good morning, little brother of mine," she said with a chipper, almost flirtatious voice I hadn't heard from my sister in years. She was clearly in an extremely good mood. "Good morning," I said. "Hi uncle Jason," said Lissa somewhat distractedly, not looking up from her comics.Denise offered me coffee, and I said I'd get some as soon. I felt my vaginal lips stretching around the swollen shaft and his balls bouncing against my clit. He bent over me and grasped my tit with one hand and manipulated my clit with the other as he drove his cock rapidly in and out near about for 25 – 30 mins. I was feeling pain but enjoying sex more. I was so close to cumming. The pure ecstasy of the moment caused my insides to tingle and i felt the orgasm building inside me like a ripple through my belly as my cunt spasms around his throbbing. When we got there, he pulled into the garage, went around and help me out of the car. He got the bags of alcohol he bought (he bought a lot), and we walked into his house.He told me to go sit in the living room, while he went to put the alcohol in the kitchen.When I got to the living room, there was an Christmas tree, adorned with photos all around. They were photos of me. Me with cum on my face. Me sucking cock. Me getting fucked. Me tied and gagged. Me being forced.On top of the tree, instead.