Kristy stops to listen..

"What's to explain?" the pretty blonde asks, stopping her sidestepping. "You are using our cabin to get a blowjob from some little slut!" she says, waving a hand in your direction.

You bow your head as you kneel there, saying a silent prayer of thanks that she didn't recognize you.

"Please, Kristy! You can't tell!" her brother pleads, his partially blood engorged cock still waving in the air, after you dropped it in shock at her entrance.

"Will you please put that..thing.. away if you want me to listen to you!" she gestures at his still cum-drooling prick. She looks over to you again. ''And why is she wearing my old charity box clothes?"