Betrayal, made of best intentions.

A minute later, Eve can see a roofed area, almost a gazebo, with a bed beneath it. If it wasn't for the nature of her circumstance, the scene would almost be romantic. But instead, the scene brings her a sense of dread.

The man, with a lecherous grin, lays Eve on the bed with almost exaggerated care.

Eve offers the man no resistance, fear holding her immobile, Anna, you promised, you have to protect me! Eve thinks in a near panic as the man crawls onto the bed, kneeling over her.

The man's fingers find her sex, his big fingers finding their way between the folds of her pussy. The moisture he encounters surprises her, though it only seems to inspire a grin from the man, "Seems you're plenty ready for me already." His voice sounds pleased.

Moving himself into position, he slides the tip of his penis between Eve's moist lips, gliding up and down her slit several times before nestling the tip against her opening.

A scream rings out, Eve immediately recognizes Anna's enraged yell. Eve sees a blur of naked flesh behind the man, "Get off my sister!" Anna screams, a split second later, Anna slams into the man, knocking him flat against Eve.

Eve cries out, her sister's well intended attack shoving the man forward, his rigid cock spearing her hymen. A whimpering cry, like the sound of a wounded animal, escapes Eve's lips.

Above the man, Anna continues to scream raining her fists raining down blows against the man's back.

"Wait your turn," The man half yells, half laughs at Anna's attack.