You try to help Caroline

“Let her go,” you plead again and again.

But Debra isn’t listening to you; she has completely dedicated her attention to Caroline’s neck making frightening slurping noises.

Your friend’s eyes are rolling up, she does not complain anymore. She moans grinding her body against your sister’s hand. A little string of saliva is dripping down her chin.
You’re feeling a bit jealous.

“Get a room you two,” you say, charging your words with all the bitterness you can manage.

You sit in the darkness where your sister was standing. The cold wall is pressing against your back. You put your head between your hands and let your thoughts flow away. A hand on your shoulder brings you out of your reverie. Two shadows are towering above you.

“I’m so sorry Sam,” Debra says “I didn’t mean to cast you aside but I got a bit carried away by Caroline’s taste”.

She kneels by your side. Her hand combs through your hair.

“But now,” she continues “You get two for the price of one, ain’t that great?”

Her hand, now caressing the back of your neck, is not cold anymore. There is something terribly wrong with the picture. You and Caroline were having some fun, experimenting a bit, but Debra is your sister, your own flesh and blood and you’re clearly not ready to go this far in the experimentation. Yet you’re not able to mutter a word when her lips start brushing against your neck.
It’s the second figure’s time to kneel. Caroline grabs your chin. Her fingers are freezing.

“Don’t worry Samantha,” she says “you’re going to love this, let us share it with you.”

Debra’s hand is on your knee, it trails down your inner thigh stopping by your pussy, hovering a few inches above it, her fingers teasing it. The heat of your sister’s hand starts to awaken the pleasure she so selfishly denied you earlier.

“Deb! Please don’t” you try to say before Caroline’s lips start rubbing against yours.

Her cold saliva mixes with your own. With Debra’s mouth still chewing on the thin skin of your neck and her hand still working your sticky intimacy, new juices start to pour and blend with the old ones. Caroline’s lips fall on the other side of your neck, sucking avidly. A third silhouette appears between the girls. It’s a male.

“Lift her,” the intruder says.

The voice is familiar but you can’t really place it.

Debra and Caroline, without letting your neck go, pass their arms below your knees and shoulders lifting you in the air as if you were a baby. You’re completely at their mercy. The silhouette closes in, grabbing your ass with his strong hands. You can feel his throbbing member pressing against your labia.
You exhale.
He penetrates you.
You shiver.

The mouths on your neck become increasingly zealous.
You moan.
The drilling intensifies.
You scream.

Debra and Caroline bite you. Their sharp teeth rip through your skin. You can feel your hot blood pouring down your neck, between your tits all the way into your pussy and over the man’s dick.
He unloads grunting.

The last image you can see is your Sister and Caroline avidly sucking on the blood covered manliness of the third intruder.

You remember now, the voice belongs to Dylan.