His frown deepened. He had planned on speaking to his metalhead sister about the twin bond that he had discovered between him and his other two sisters, but now it seemed that she was in some sort of distress. He felt for her, despite her offish personality, so he knocked on the door, and opened it a crack. Inside was a similar layout to the other bedrooms in the house, except metal band posters stood in prominent positions on the stark white walls. There was minimal furniture, consisting of a chair and a tv on a stand and a twin bed against the wall. Vanessa sat on her grey bedspread with her fists in her eyes, but looked up at Frank when he entered. Immediately she reacted negatively. “Get the hell out of my room!” she said in a raised voice, but not quite yelling. Her make-up was blotted around her eyes and allure ran in rivulets down her cheeks. Frank, caught off-guard, raised his hands and backed out the way he came, closing the door behind him. From within, however, he heard a single word. “Wait.” He cocked an eyebrow at the sudden reversal, and reopened the door, gazing warily inside at his sister. She was wiping her make-up off with tissues tight pussy where it had run, sniffling back her tears as best as she could. When Frank stepped into the room, she threw the tissues into her trash bin and got up off her bed, making for the door. She shut it and twisted the lock in the knob, and then returned to the bed. Her blue eyes, shot with red veins and lined with partially smeared black make-up, slowly rose to meet his. “Will you… talk with me?” Frank nodded to her, and grabbed the chair, which had been unprofessionally painted black, and drew it over to her. He was willing to brave the abrasive personality that Vanessa had adopted, because she was obviously distressed in some way. He sat tits down in it backwards, leaning his crossed arms on top of the back of it, and looked at her, taking in her condition. Her newly blacked hair was clean and brushed, her skinny frame wearing black baggy pants and a pair of shirts; one a black long-sleeve and the other a basic black t-shirt over the long-sleeved shirt. A single silver band clung to each wrist, and an oval pendant hung from her neck over her shirts. Her pale face, although marred by the ruined make-up, was otherwise clean and unblemished, her high cheekbones drawing down to a slender jaw and her narrow nose centered perfectly in her face. Frank was worried that she was going to confront adorable him about his recent relations with his sister, afraid that Vanessa had heard them during their throes of passion. Vanessa cast her eyes about the room for a dozen heartbeats, and then spoke again, her gaze lingering on the blank-screened television. “Do you- I mean, what do you- Am I attractive to you? As a guy, I mean, do you think I’m hot?” Frank tried to buy some time as he tried to think of how to word his answer like he wasn’t actually someone who went around fucking his sisters, and to try to give her a fair appraisal. “Why are you asking me?” She shot him an acid-filled look which immediately dissolved into something less forceful. “Just- Please answer the question.” “Well, I think you’re very striking, not counting asian the fact that you’ve been crying.” When I got off her she bounced up adorable and asian down and twisted to try and get free but she was tied down with her tights so was never going to get loose. You’re nice to them, and to me.” Lacey and Ava had been the head cheerleaders since Sophomore year for the football team. Dora bites her lower lips. JUSTINA She didn't like the taste of piss, as such, but she associated it with men approving of her, and more and more now having men approve of her was a huge motivator for her. His theory made sense to allure tight pussy me and fitted in with what I had already seen. “Yeah, me tits too.” "She should be home around 5:00. in her. “You did this?” Shit, my sister was really pulling me down to her level. No. God no.” I instinctively replied, recoiling at the question. It was weird.”