She isn’t leaving here without getting what she wants, I say in my head. I’d never even looked at my sister as another human being before this mom...nt. I’d just considered her an annoying little fucker that lived in the room at the end of my corridor, and now I was looking at her the way no brother should ever look at his sister. “Well,” she presses, “don’t you?”“Aahhh,” I stutter as I look on at this little blond bombshell. Maddie is beautiful, I concede as I look past the prejudice of being. "It seemed like a good idea at the time. It seemed like a good idea until about an hour ago.A pickup had pulled up in front of the cabin with three men sitting in the cab and three more in the pickup bed. They didn't say anything as they climbed out of the truck and started toward the house.Uncle Frank walked down the steps and called, "Can I help you?" Sure can," one of the men called back as they continued walking unhurriedly toward the house. He was about ten feet from Uncle Frank when the. Samantha gently touched, rubbed and teased the Negro's baby-maker making him so excited, before guiding it into her. The Negro groaned and started thrusting. With Samantha's thick legs firmly around the Negro's back, they moved together while kissing passionately. Samantha later told Mike the Negro was "hitting bottom" with every thrust which sent Samantha into a fog of pleasure/pain so intense that she climbed to a strong orgasm almost immediately. Mike had obviously seen and caused Samantha. Yes I was hungover when you came down in the morning, yes you were polite when you opened your presents, if you can call a sisterly hug and a peck on the cheek polite. You still offered no excuse, justification or apology for either making me worry half to death or causing me pain, in fact you were, if anything hostile. When I asked why you got angry, do you remember throwing that crystal statuette I had made for you. Eight hundred quid smashed because I asked why you were behaving that way..