Gripping it fiercely, I spun around and stared directly into the face of the intruder, the blood draining from my face as I saw who it was. “My, my.... Aren’t you forceful?” She purred. Disarmed by her words, stung by her mockery, I merely grimaced in return. Lucinda. The very epitome of my sweaty desire, the singular entity in this wretched world that actually provided some measure of relief from discontent stood before me. I lunged at her, gripping her face between my hands and kissing her. I can feel this sudden anger. My whole body flushes with heat and I just feel a sudden rage. Face still hot and the tears threatening to come back, I feel mad. My voice is scratchy and I'm probably crying but I don't give a flying fuck. Words just start pouring out of my mouth. Louder and louder. "Stop. Don't say anything, Sarah. Don't say another word. I'm tired of the shit. Tired of you coming over here and giving me attitude that I don't deserved. D..." My voice stumbles and squeaks,. “English?”Looking at Elodie, a sentiment of encouragement in her expression, I sighed, “Okay, not just impetuousness. I wanted to say thank you.”“Thank you?” she looked confused, “Why?”“For helping me realise something important when I told you my secret last week. I have been thinking about it ever since. It is such a huge weight off my shoulders. You understood me, I never thought anyone would.”“Ah I see,” Elodie paused to reflect perhaps, “and how did you know I liked the opera?”“We. She knew it, too, as she pushed back at me with her fine, fair hips. She knew what I wanted, as it was what she wanted, too. She knew that I desired to fuck her, to claim my rights to her body at last.In fairly short order, I was balls deep inside my sister, taking her sweet, slutty snatch for my own pleasure as well as hers, my cock pulsing as it thrust in and out of her depths. I screwed Karissa for the sheer hell of it, my hips moving furiously as hers cooperated with them, showing just how.