Gripping the bed his breath became gasps. The release was unlike any before. It washed over him like waves on a beach. Crashing together like ocea...s colliding, his blood roared in his ears like a jet engine. His climax far larger than imaginable, began to retreat, he began to slide down the bed and collapsed onto his knees. His hands still gripped the comforter, he knelt there shaking, quivering. This was new. Both excited, and embarrassed he began to overflow with shame. He whispered. Both sisters were known to be sluts and both got knocked up by the age of seventeen. Karen, the eldest, somehow managed to rope the guy who impregnated her into marriage. Meanwhile Jennifer aborted her baby, but could never stay in a stable relationship. She was too slutty and weak and managed to somehow fuck up every relationship that she managed to get into.I can’t count the times that I had to bail either one of them out of trouble.I was twenty-six when life took an interesting turn. I had a. I turned the handle as quietly as I could, so as not to disturb her and entered the darkened room, leaving the door open just enough behind me to get over to my side of the bed and switch on my lamp by the light from the hall, rather than switch on the room’s bright, main light. As my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I could make out her sleeping form. I froze when I saw her, a picture of beauty in repose and I had a small pang of guilt for keeping her waiting so long. She lay on her belly,. I’d long ago understood what the concept of the Second Amendment meant, and had a Baretta 92F 9mm pistol under my pillow ever since. My hand closed around the grip, and I softly took it off safety. I wasn’t sure who it was, and my half-dream state, I had forgotten that Celeste was even in the house.My hand relaxed when I heard her voice. “Are you awake?” One of the most inane questions in the world.“Yes,” I said softly, and turned to face her. The moonlight was streaming in from my skylight,.