So when I saw the short leather strap beside her bed I picked it up and held it. Looked at her lying open and helpless beneath me. I stared at this slut and whore of a sister who was supposed to be helping and guiding me. I didn’t know what to do with the strap. I looked at her spunk filled cunt and lay the strap across it. I suddenly felt lonely again, I felt my sister was using me like Carl and his mates had, that she would cast me aside like they had when they’d finished with me.

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