But the little ones weren't enough to stop your need. You were still hungry. The last one was something else though. It was so much bigger than the ot...ers. So much stronger. I couldn't take it, I guess and it wiped me out."I took a deep breath and let it out slowly."Do you feel better now, Izzy?"She smiled sweetly at me and tears began to trickle down her pretty face, falling on my chest like fat little raindrops."I feel wonderful, little brother. Just wonderful." She leaned down and kissed me. "Oh yeah," she moaned, "Oh yeah . . . slow down a little." I followed her instructions."Is that good?" I asked."Oh yeah, baby. Now finger me," she said smiling. She watched as I slid my index finger into her pussy. I slowly slid it in and out."That's good, now two fingers."I pulled my finger out, and then slid my middle finger back in with it. She leaned her head back and groaned, "God baby your fingers feel good in my pussy." As I started to slide them in and out faster she closed her eyes and. Suddenly Dorothys mother slapped her. Even with your ass! If you come here without my drink Ill kill you! Do you understand me Dorothy? I WILL KILL YOU! she yelled to her child. Dorothy was walking towards the pub as she held her painful cheek. She quickly dried her tears with her gloves, she was already cold enough as she was. Getting into the pub, she smelled the horrible stench of an alcohol that greeted her. She hated them. She hated them all. Hey miss, arent you little too young to. She switched the light off and plunged the room into darkness."All you need to do, Claire," she heard him say, "is join in..."Join in with what? Claire thought as she felt someone - Amelia she supposed - step over her and settle in the space on the other side of her from Dan. No answer was immediately apparent. Just the dark room, and silence.No, not quite silence. She began to make out a light sound which she identified as the soft movement of fabric. She listened harder, and the sound.