I felt so violated and betrayed by my own body. She followed me, concern in her voice my rational side noted dimly, as I moved on autopilot. He pulled my bottoms, nearly tore them. I really am just a whore. She was so angry. I wanted to protect and take care of her, and her children. We sat down on the bed next to each other and stared at the wall for a few moments. My thrusts varied not as I built myself to orgasm as efficiently as possible, but in response to the signs of her body. It was fast, and hard, and selfish. But that part of me was no longer in control. Love. I was vaguely aware of my sister’s sadistic expression changing to confusion as I jerked to my feet and stomped toward the exit. At first I thought he was playing around. I ran through a bunch of guys like that for a while.
