What I heard made everything click. A soft thrum in the background confused me for a moment, until I heard my sister’s moans. That… that was the s...ound of a vibrator. My sister was masturbating across the hallway. I listened while her moans got closer together and louder. Isolating the sounds, I could hear the wet sound of her pleasuring herself. I was stunned. After a few minutes, the sounds stopped. A few more minutes, and I get a bright green icon indicating that the person in the room had. That was good because there was no trace of the much larger engines and reactors that drove our larger ship.The small boat became my home. It had enough to keep a small crew alive for two years but would drive all of us crazy before that time with the small size. There was air, food, water and power available. Self doubts crept in and I wondered if any of this was useful.In nine days I was able to hook the power from the boat to the ship. There were a great many short circuits and breaks in the. She was forgetting her part of the crime and loading the guilt on me with this attitude. But I was in no position to remind her joy in the club.She stood up. Looking above me she had even a stronger dominance. She pressed my head to make me kneel before her. She slipped down her panties to uncover her pussy. I smelled her used and wet pussy. Her shaved pussy lips also had the pink marks after this guy, unsuprisingly. In this position she talked without gasping. It was a mere statement: “Lick. My wife said she actually got embarrassed and she felt herself blush. She said Paul acted totally fine with that. He told her any time she wanted to be double teamed to let her know. She told me that Paul seeing her blush gave him the idea that she was shy. Boy was that wrong. I asked her what did you say when he told you that. She said I didn't say anything but I did stand up and unbutton my skirt and let it fall to the floor. She said she had wore her black garter belt and stockings without.