‘For you to drink over the weekend,’ she said. Porn sex Claire tried to compose herself, and then left her room. ‘I deserve to be raped,’ said the headphones into her ear. ‘Fine,’ said Claire. Her father rose from his chair strode across to her and lifted her skirt. ‘He’s a much older man than you,’ said her mother. ‘Claire, go to your room,’ said her mother, ‘and stay there until we decide what to do about you.’
Sobbing, Claire obeyed. ‘For you to drink over the weekend,’ she said. She felt so dirty. At home, she was surprised to find her mother and father waiting for her in the living room, their faces stormy and unwelcoming. Steph was in Claire’s room, reading a fashion magazine, but she cleared out immediately when she saw Claire’s tear-streaked face. And Claire found her pussy growing uncontrollably wet. In the darkness, her sister’s body next to her, she eased down her pyjama pants and began to surreptitiously rub her pussy. Claire is a slut. Claire tried to compose herself, and then left her room.
