With the moderate westerly wind, it was easy enough. We were going so well I eschewed anchoring off Osea and we finally brought to in Mersea Quarters ...bout eleven o'clock. Grace took a one-hour trick at the wheel with Tom to give advice, but she caught on quickly. It is not easy to keep a barge straight; they tend to wander, and it's more art than science.We had a pretty good thrash about on Saturday after a substantial breakfast and anchored off Brightlingsea about six so we had time to enjoy. . She wasn't sure what she would do if that was the case. Go back to Emma's? That might not be an option. She'd sort of burned her bridges there. Well, not really, but people had expectations, and she hated to disappoint them.Should she call Cindy? No, that was definitely over. It wouldn't be the same without Doug. Speaking of which, she hadn't heard from him in a while. She did have a phone number, though, and whatever happened this week, she'd better call him.Fragments of the night before. Then suddenly he made her raise and get on her knees onto the carpet. He positioned between her spread highs and then proceeded to slide his hard dick between her wet pussy lips. “That’s much better.’ He said, as Anita gasped feeling the new invasion. She rocked her hips back against him. His dick disappeared to the hilt and then came back almost outside, back inside again in an incredible pace. ‘James, please…I want you to cum inside me’. She moaned in pleasure. He started pumping slowly in. I snapped out of my gaze when my conscience kicked in reminding me that not only was this girl my sister, but she has a serious head injury. I made sure to wrap a towel around her and after getting her comfortable lying down on her stomach in the recovery position (I heard that was a good thing to do), I took off for home. She was just crying on the seat; holding her head. “Just hold on; we are almost home!” I yelled back to her. Once I docked, I picked her up and carried her into the house to.