I know that most siblings, especially brothers and sisters dont get along very well, fight all the time, annoy each other or one gets on the other one...s nerves, but for us it was just the opposite. We were best friends, even with the two year age difference between us. So I just asked: Can I come in? -Amm, OK I stepped in and he was in his bed, under the covers. I just came closer and sat on the edge next to him. I placed one hand on his forehead and he felt fine. You dont have a fever, is it a. Pushing, he soon had them enlarged, next he began to expand the interior of the hide away, walking around again he found a young being the others had abandoned when they fled. More angry than he could believe he looked at the twisted, burnt, suffering little girl. Trying to calm his self again there was more screaming as his hands began to glow. Not caring Alan stooped over the little girl, Alan could see the fear in her eyes but more than anything else he saw the horrible pain she was going. At the same time his left hand had found my chest, pawing at my tits with wanton recklessness. He sought out my right nipple and gave it a hard pinch, maybe even harder than was enjoyable, but instantly it was rock hard. He then moved his hand to my left breast and did the same, continuing to attack my mouth with his wetness. In a flash, his left hand moved from squeezing my nipples to my waistline, and in another flash my sweater was being pulled up my chest. He brought the tight garment up. I've worked every summer. Plus, my grandparents left me a trust fund. Not much, but enough for clothes and stuff. They hated my mother for getting knocked up at seventeen, but, luckily, they didn't take it out on me. When they were alive, I had a bit of an oasis to go to. They're gone now. But they did leave me some money. And they made sure I could get into the trust fund at a young age, and made sure my mother couldn't get at it-their banker is my co-trustee. I use that to buy clothes,.