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Re: My Sister
Managing to look up to Barb's face, I saw her looking down, watching me like a researcher might gaze at a white rat. If she was thinking or feeling anything, I couldn't read it in her expression. Calm as you please, she leaned over me. Plucking tissues out of the box in my headboard, Barb slipped them between us. She rose until I fell out, then she caught our combined fluids as they drained.
She got off me. Her little blue dress fell back into place. Dropping the soggy tissues into my wastebasket, Barb turned, with a feline fluidity she walked gracefully out of my room, silently, like she'd just come in to borrow a pen.
I lay there limp as wet rag, my cock still drooling, pants still at my knees. Though barely conscious, one thought managed to repeat itself a hundred times, "WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!"
THE END
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