“Is that for us? Or for Danielle?" Amber's melodic tones filtered through.

“Stop it. She's my sister," David said abruptly. Good. He was showing he could control his hormones. After the Uncle Verne episode, having a guy lose control around her was probably what she feared the most.

“A sister with a hot bod..."

That brought a grin to Danielle's face. She knew Amber played both sides and it was always an ego boost to know a woman as pretty as Amber would still find you attractive.

The next few phrases were too muffled for Danielle to make out. But when she could understand again, the words set her loins aflame. "Don't you want me, little brother?" Amber said in a high-pitched baby voice.

"Isn't my pretty pussy exciting for you?"

Danielle gasped in shock, and her heart, which had just begun to slow down, kicked back into overdrive.

“Do you want big sis to suck your cock, squirt? Do you have a big piece of man meat in there for me?"

Danielle let out a low moan, her imagination running wild as she pictured herself in Amber's place, kneeling before her little brother and getting ready to swallow his cock.

“Wow, Little brother!" Damn, is E-Beth in there too? "You're not so little after all!"

Danielle shook her head, unable to stay there and let forbidden urges flood her brain any longer. And so she fled silently down the stairs, away from David, away from his big piece of man meat.

She went to the fridge and swiped a beer bottle, quickly popping the top and then guzzling half of it in one go. When she ran out of air she stopped and panted, almost hyperventilating as she tried to catch her breath. She'd seen his man meat in person, just as he'd seen her naked on many occasions. She'd seen him screwing other women, watching as his cock pumped in and out of a pretty pussy, half-afraid and half-excited to imagine it pumping her.

"Oh, Dani!!!" The voice was muffled and quiet due to the distance, but it was unmistakably David's voice. Her Little brother, yelling her name in passion and Loud enough to carry down into the kitchen.

She downed the rest of the bottle, willing the cold, bubbly liquid to wash away her fantasies and restore her to some semblance of normal.

Oh, how she wished Cherys were there to do SOMETHING about this pent-up arousal. She hadn't had sex in MONTHS.

And then she realized, she didn't just want to have sex. She wanted to have sex with David. She wanted to feel his hot, throbbing cock inside of her. A tongue on her clit and Fred in her cunt just wouldn't cut it.

She wanted to feel a man, she wanted to feel whole again, like Cherys.

Uncle Verne may not have been trying to rape her, but she felt the same scars nonetheless.

David had healed Cherys. Why couldn't he heal his sister? Only some stupid fucked-up shared DNA stood between them. Why couldn't they happily share in their mutual desires, exorcise her demons in a blissful whirlwind of passion and love? Why couldn't her first time with a man could be absolutely beautiful? It wasn't fucking FAIR.

“DAVID!!! FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!!" Amber screamed from somewhere upstairs.

Danielle pinched her eyes shut, grimacing in pain. It wasn't fair.

Setting the empty bottle down on the counter, she opened the fridge again to swipe a fresh beer.

FUCK. ALL out.

This whole time, from David's car to the porch to her room and back down to the kitchen, Danielle never pulled her purse off from her shoulder.

Peeking inside for just a moment to make sure she had her I.D. and some cash, Danielle went out the door. It would be good to get away from hearing the wonderful sex with David going on upstairs, and the Liquor store was just a couple blocks away.