She was exactly as I remembered her. Short and stubby, but with a wide smile constantly plastered across her lips. She was in the process of removing ...he cookies from the oven when I entered. They smoked slightly as she placed them on the counter to let them cool. There was already a glass of milk on the counter. She must have known I was coming.She turned to me and smiled. “You’ve grown,” she said. For a moment I thought she could actually see me as I now was, but then I remembered she used to. And then began the veiled remarks about Bethany, as if her dying was also my fault.And in truth, I’ll never stop feeling guilty about that. No matter how many times Aveline tried to convince me there was nothing I could do, I saw my poor, beautiful sister being grabbed and crushed by that ogre every damn time I closed my eyes, and had for the past year. There was no one who loved Bethany more than me; no one who missed her more. If I’d just been stronger, faster, smarter ... But there was. The couch creaked as we loved each other. The blanket shifted. A singer crooned on the TV. Mom bustled in the kitchen. I didn't care. I just focused on working my pussy up and down the dildo, on wiggling my hips, on giving my twin as much pleasure as she game me.“Onee-sama,” I groaned, the sensations building a heat in the depths of my cauldron. “Minako likes this... A lot. It makes Minako feel so naughty.”“Uh-huh,” she whimpered. “Ooh, yes, Zoey says this is tribbing. Rubbing our pussies. I decided I had made him wait long enough. On the elevator up to Dr. Heard’s office I felt my pussy flush with blood and wetness seep out. I was ready.Dr. Heard was seated with his usual damp-spot by his semi-hard cock visible to the trained eye, as Nancy, his good-looking tall blonde MILF receptionist showed me in. I knew she was soon to be headed to King’s home to become a whore in her own right. Tonight, she was going to take on a gang of big black and Latino cocks. I knew King well.