Come was dribbling down her chin and splattered on her cheeks, dripping onto her exposed tits. “Save some so we can fuck,” I begged, no longer car...ng about the fact that she was my sister. “Too tired,” she moaned drunkenly. Obviously, the sex had not cleared her brain. This time, it was Ginger who passed out with fresh semen drying on her skin. I gently arranged her on the bed. I considered going to my own room, thinking that a gentleman would behave that way, but I suddenly felt a need just to. No vegies, no milk ...but plenty of the cool amber fluid. Guys and shopping.We all did the brief intros: the taller was Hamish and the broader was Jarryn. “I’ll get you a beer” I said, inviting them in; to wait for my brother’s return.“Thanks Rebecca” said Jarryn, which I thought was promising, he remembered my name and hadn’t shortened it to Becky or Bec, like most pricks do without asking first. They were both way easier on my eyes than the mating rituals of polar bears or deflated souffles. "You FUCKING BITCH!!!!" I screamed, uncontrolled, making a motion like I was going to rush them.Instead, I collapsed. Screaming, my head in my hands. UncontrolledI was helpless.I was on my knees, screaming, almost convulsing, in the fucking courtroom. They sent cops out to get me. Straight jacket. Padded room. Suicide watch. The whole fucking deal.Zoey was with Beth? They were girlfriends? Probably fucking? She stole everything from me, and now she stole the life I was supposed to have!? THE. George closed off by saying, "I hope that we can get together again when I get back." We'll see George. Just close the fucking deal first!" I replied harshly. "Don't come crying to me if it all slips through your fingers and I then fucking fire you!"As you know by now my name is Catherine and I'm not fucking going to tell you what my name used to be because it doesn't matter. I'm most men's wet dream now thanks to the most amazing surgeons who gave me the kind of body I'd craved all my.