The water was cold despite the heat outside. She began to weep. There was my beautiful baby sister, smooth and tan and naked, and one of the best-looking young men I have ever seen. Her knees brushed the side of the bed and she found herself directed, like some puppet, until she was kneeling on the bed, facing it's foot, her hands still bound behind her, her eyes still robbed of sight, her nipples now throbbing madly with each beat of blood through the sensitive tissures, and the four trecherous monsters vibrating inside her. Then he kissed her mouth. And a third. And then felt his fingertips on the knots gathered at her waist, carefully untangling them. Something strange. But when her hand descended onto my belly I drew my breath in sharply and I felt my buttocks clench. Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to spread my legs for her touch.