Sexogay Afterparty

     He was indeed at the wheel. Grace was slightly disconnected from gay her emotions, thanks to whatever he all'd dosed her with, and she was grateful for that. As she looked blearily at sexogay Erik, the all fear nearly made her gag sexogay. But sexo the narcotic helped her feel more like an observer sexogay than a sexo participant. She was watching her very own cautionary TV movie about hooking up with strangers.
     
     Her little sister Grace was undoubtedly gay having sexo the time of her life at sexo that stupid rave. "She'd better be," Gina growled to sexogay herself as she scanned the floor for her slippers. "And she'd better turn sexo her fucking phone back on."
     But sexo Grace didn't pick up when Gina called sexogay, so she had crawled back in bed sexo for sexogay a bit without really thinking about it. Now, feeling more awake and responsible, she sexo shuffled around her bedroom , cursing her flaky kin. She briefly considered getting dressed, then sexo decided to slip a jacket around her oversized Hello Kitty nightshirt. I'm getting sexo too old for this shit, little sis. Life will be so much easier when you go off to sexo school this fall...
     A few miles down the road, her cell phone sexo rang.
     Grace's voice crackled into her ear. "Gina. I gay need for you sexo to meet gay me." She sexogay sounded tired. The poor kid was probably worn out sexo from the roll and all that peace sexogay, love, unity and sexo respect.
     There was a pause sexogay. "I met this guy and we've sexo been hanging out. We're sexogay at Sullivan sexo's . Can you pick me up?"
     "I know," Gina soothed. Grace wished sexo she could see her sister's sexo face. "We're in some deep shit. What sexogay happened?"
     
     Gina closed her eyes, trying to take sexogay in what sexogay was happening with sexogay her sister gay via touch and sound. She could feel Grace's gay upper back against hers, and the tight rope around their shoulders made it possible for Gina sexo to feel her slow, even breathing. She could also tell that Grace's head was drooped forward. Then she felt Erik's hands brushing her arms sexo as he all fondled her sister lecherously. He was talking sexo to her - the kind of stuff she gay really didn't sexogay need to pay attention to if sexogay she wanted to keep her wits about her.
     Erik pressed the girls' arms together and massaged both pairs of biceps. The distinction between Gina and sexo her sister was further gay blurred, as fingers slipped under the all sleeves of sexo her nightshirt. Absently, she nuzzled the back of her head against Grace's, warming to Erik's touch, feeling intermittently that she was sexo in her sexo sister's body. Which was fuller than her gay own. Rounder. Younger sexo. Not quite containable in the white two gay-piece sexo she wore out to raves. When Gina stood next to her sister she sometimes felt a twinge of jealousy, wondering why Grace had inherited the outrageous Scandinavian curves from their mother's side of the sexogay family, while she had merely filled out the same body she'd had as a girl. Though they were about the same sexo height, Gina was called "cute" and "petite" by Mom, while Grace sexo was "buxom" or "full-figured". Gina never felt bad about herself in front sexogay of a mirror, but looking sexo at her sexo sister made her sexo dissatisfied with her sexo elfin gay stature. Now, however, she was sexogay existing in Grace, feeling glorious, feeling eighteen sexo, writhing under gay an exploring touch , while all Gina herself explored from the inside. Her own body must be...
     Gina grabbed him tightly and pressed her face into gay his sexo neck. Breathed for a moment. Then sexo looked up at him through her bangs. "Call the fucking cops."
     The police were surprisingly fast sexo. Mom showed sexo up soon after, predictably hysterical. After awhile, Gina sent Grace home sexo with Mom, then talked to the gay cops a bit longer. Before long everyone was gone, and she took sexogay a shower and changed into some all things she kept in Seth's closet sexo. Seth sexo had pulled her into his lap sexogay and pressed a bourbon into her shaking fingers. He held her silently for sexo awhile, and she didn't cry. Just sexogay clung to sexogay him and sipped sexo slowly. Then she asked him to take her sexo to Sullivan sexo's to get her car. He'd protested, saying he could take a friend sexo and do it for her later, but she had insisted on it. The quicker she got sexo her life as sexo close as possible to the way it was before last sexo night, the better.
     "Depends sexo on gay what the cops say."
     "They want both of you downtown for an interview sexo tomorrow."
     "Follow me sexogay, all right?" Gina sexo asked as she opened her car door.
     "You bet."