Well, she just got a new one...

"It's Jeff...!" Hannah sniffled, while huddling up against a wall. She looked like she'd been crying all morning, but now there was anger sneaking into her voice while she tried to explain. "That fucking bastard! I wish he'd fall off a bridge and die!"

"Hey, calm down!" Emma tried to soothe her, having a sense of where this was leading to. Jeff was Hannah's boyfriend, who she'd tried to go steady with for quite some time now, even as she knew he was a total ass. For starters, the guy was pretty much hitting on every girl in sight - including his girlfriend's own sister, which sure wasn't a very clever thing to be doing at all...

"So, what's he done this time then?" Emma continued, trying to stay calm herself, though her frustration was coming from her loins, rather than any actual concern for her sister. Whatever that man-whore had ever done to her, she'd probably deserved it for not dumping him any earlier, and in fact there was probably a whole lot more she'd deserve right now...

"He cheated on me, of course! Even while I tried so hard, and did every single thing that he asked of me!"

"And what did he ask of you then...?" Emma just smiled in return, with images of her own naughty little sister flashing through her mind. The question seemed to faze the young woman for a moment, as she'd clearly expected a little more sympathy, but didn't really stop her from continuing the story.

"Well... I... I just wanted to be nice to him, right after the party..." Then she frowned again, seeming to be reminded of the affermentioned betrayal. "And then I woke up this morning, and he was right there... Screwing around with that bitchy Holly! Right next to me, in my own bed!"

"Oh, wow...?" Emma was almost impressed by the man's display of imagination, and then started to look around and notice what she hadn't when she first entered the house. "So, you had a little party, right here? I take it our parents are out of town again, for a couple of days?"

"Uh, yeah..." Hannah faltered for a moment, realizing the mess that had obviously been left by an entire group of drunken youngsters. "But... that's not..."

"The most important part?" Emma finished for her, suddenly merciless, and made it all that worse by keeping the same gentless to her voice and the smile she flashed her little sister. "I'm not sure our parents would agree..."

"But, he..." Her little sister started, and then faltered again, while Emma locked her into a corner.

"No, just tell me what he wanted you to do...!" The older of them suggested, while keeping that gentle and yet dominating smile on her lips. Emma's cock was throbbing now as she continued, demanding attention. "Tell me the whole story, right from the start...!"