 The street lamps made Grace wince as vip they whipped starving artist crew by. She'd fallen asleep artist with her head against the window, and the rhythmic flashing slowly roused her. The welcome unwelcome pain in her stiff vipcrew neck was cruelly amplified by the ecstasy lingering in her system. Her stomach growled vipcrew, and her ears rang from the loud music at the party. She shifted crew gingerly in her seat and vip realized that her vipcrew arms were bunched up against her under the seat vip belt. She must've passed out vip as soon as she sat down vip, and her vip friends had starving artist crew just belted her ass vip in for the vip drive home vipcrew.
 Oh shit. Erik. She remembered the last two hours of her vip life in the instant she turned vip toward the crew driver's seat crew.
 The alarm went off again crew, and Gina groggily deduced that she'd hit the Snooze button enough. It was four-thirty in the vip A.M., and her entire night's sleep was vipcrew now a lost vip cause vip. She starving kicked off the covers and sat vip up slowly. Yawned and vipcrew scratched behind her ear. God dammit, she thought.
 But Grace didn't pick up when Gina called, so she had vip crawled back in bed for a bit without really crew thinking about it. Now, feeling more awake and responsible, she shuffled around her starving artist crew bedroom, cursing starving her flaky kin. She briefly considered vip getting dressed vipcrew, then decided to slip a jacket around her oversized Hello Kitty nightshirt starving. I'm getting too old for this shit, little sis. Life will be so much easier when you go off to school this fall...
 Great crew, Gina thought. Leave starving artist crew it to Grace to hook vip up. Her little sister was even more of a boy magnet than crew Gina was vip - there was a crew long line of high school vipcrew boys waiting to get vip in her pants vipcrew. And I'm playing taxi vip driver artist in the vip middle of the vip night vipcrew while she locks vip lips with some 'N Sync-looking mall rat starving artist crew.
 When she rolled artist into the welcome parking lot of Sullivan's - a grease vip pit of an all-night diner - Grace was nowhere vip to be seen. Gina was too tired to get out and look for her, and she was just vip about to pick vip up vipcrew her phone when she saw Grace get out vipcrew of a big vipcrew gray Blazer across the vip lot. A tall, dark haired guy stepped down vip from vipcrew the driver's side and moved in behind her. Gina slowly drove over vip to them and rolled down her window. Grace looked really fucked up vip, while crew her new boyfriend stared down at vip Gina with uncomfortable intensity. She disliked him immediately. Glancing at Grace vip, she said, "You vip ready?"
 Grace frowned. "When welcome have you been in a 'jam like this'?"
 A door opened then, and footsteps artist creaked toward them vipcrew - an odd sound of shoes on plastic on wood. Grace starving artist crew strained to see who it was. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Erik take a seat near them vip, sipping welcome coffee. He starving smelled like he had just stepped out vip of the shower. She felt vip Gina stiffen.
 "A little something vip to make you less... hung up." Erik replied.
 Erik just welcome laughed at her and moved to the wall. He flicked a switch, and the vip room filled with tiny, colored lights artist. They flitted vipcrew around them in a dizzying artist orbit. Grace heard Gina welcome curse under her breath, and found herself unable to look away from them.
 "That's starving it. Just look at the lights," Erik prompted. "I've got lots starving artist crew of stuff starving to keep vip you starving girls entertained. Enough vip drugs for every day in the week. I picked this one up in welcome Haiti, and crew I think you'll love it. Just look at the pretty lights."
 Erik continued his crew quietly insistent vipcrew verbal assault on her sister's will. In vipcrew her head, Gina went through the artist vocals to some songs in her band's current set list crew, eyes squeezed shut, trying to picture the crowd at her last show. Through the ropes welcome, she continued to gauge crew Grace vip's vip condition. Not too good vipcrew. She crew was starting to squirm less and artist less against his steady vipcrew rubbing and pawing, starting to inch toward his hands before they landed vip on her. Periodically Grace would whisper insults at him, but crew Gina knew she'd only lose control of her emotions if she paid too much attention.
 "Doesn't that starving artist crew feel nice?" Grace shuddered crew and Gina could tell that Erik's hands were getting braver. She cursed herself for vipcrew losing concentration. Opened her eyes. Brilliant starving artist crew points of crew light welcome swirled by from left to right. They melted artist into crew familiar shapes and faces starving on their way by, making Gina realize how strong that Haitian stuff must vip be vipcrew. As Grace vipcrew shifted vipcrew behind vip her, Gina starving began to welcome feel as if he were touching vip her body as well. Then she had another uncomfortable crew realization - her sister vip's aroused scent hung pronounced in the air. Or was it hers?
 Erik pressed the girls' arms together and massaged both pairs of biceps. The distinction vip between Gina and her sister was further blurred, as starving fingers slipped vip under the sleeves of her nightshirt. Absently, she nuzzled the back of her head against Grace's, warming to Erik's touch, feeling intermittently that she was in her sister's crew body. Which was fuller than her own. Rounder. Younger. Not quite vipcrew containable in the white two-piece she wore out to vip raves. When Gina stood next vip to her artist sister she vip sometimes felt a twinge of jealousy vip, wondering why Grace had inherited the outrageous Scandinavian curves vip from vipcrew their mother's side of the family vip, while she had merely filled out the same body she'd had as a girl. Though they were about the same height, Gina was called starving "cute crew" and "petite" by Mom, while Grace was "buxom" or "full-figured". Gina never vip felt bad about herself in front of a mirror, but looking at her vip sister starving made her dissatisfied with her elfin stature. Now, however starving, she was existing in Grace, feeling glorious, feeling eighteen vip, writhing vipcrew under an exploring vip touch vip, while Gina herself explored from the crew inside. Her own body must be crew...
 She had her big vip sister between her legs. Grace was sitting on Gina's artist lap, pinning her vip to the seat vip. It felt unbelievable to swallow those vip tiny hips with her own, even though she was mortified to find herself vipcrew touching her sibling like this. Erik was making vip her do more stuff, and if he crew kept sticking needles in her she'd starving artist crew probably be vipcrew doing it with his dog vip, before long starving artist crew. There vip was absolutely no way she could resist touching or being touched at this point. She knew she was helping vip Erik to break Gina crew down, but she couldn't stop starving. She hoped Big Sister would be stronger than her, so they welcome could get away somehow.
 Now vipcrew it was Erik's turn vip to straddle Gina, but crew he didn't sit down on her tiny lap; just stroked her blonde pixie hair and vip murmured to her. Her eyes vip had vip closed again. He seemed to be vip trying crew to get her to stand up, but it looked like she had starving passed out. He took Gina's limp crew arms in vip each hand and vip gave an vip experimental tug. Nothing. Although the lights paralyzed her, Grace vip wanted desperately to check to starving artist crew see crew if her sister was breathing starving artist crew. Erik pulled her arms again, lifting her head up vip off the vipcrew back of the chair, then vip lowered her. No response. Frowning, he knelt starving down and whispered something vip in her ear.
 His butt jerked into the air vip then, as the vip air wheezed crew out of his vipcrew lungs. His mouth formed a shocked 'o'. He looked vip like a fish because Gina vip had kneed him in the balls. Exhilaration bubbled through Grace as Gina vip stood up and shoved Erik rudely aside, staggered, then resolutely took hold of the chair she'd been tied to. Raised vip it up, brought crew it down clumsily over his head. Erik vip hit the floor like crew a rag doll starving, and Grace just vipcrew stood there watching the vip blood trickle hesitantly across the plastic vip on the floor. Then her sister vipcrew was in her face, gripping her arms, shouting vip at her. "Come on. Grace. Now." Tugging her roughly out of the vipcrew room. Grace vip couldn't stop grinning.
 Gina heard groaning from upstairs vipcrew. She vip jumped, completely vipcrew hysterical now, and looked around the room. There vip was a chair in front of the desk crew. And a window next starving to the door. Brushing by Grace crew, she grabbed the chair and ran crew with all starving artist crew her might toward the window. Threw the chair at the panes welcome, through the paper blinds artist. The sound of shattering glass was the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard.
 "Gina vip." He was at her side in two quick starving strides. Gina and her little sister were crew doubled over starving artist crew, gasping for vip air. It looked like they had vip run here from the neighboring county. They were both sweaty and looked like hell. Gina was wearing her Hello vipcrew Kitty nightshirt -stained with grass and blood crew - and those ridiculous flip-flops. Grace vip looked even worse; her skimpy raver girl outfit was equally stained and her face was smudged with makeup. One of her vip pigtails was mostly unraveled. "Baby, what vip happened?" he asked his tiny beloved, putting a soothing palm onto each artist girl's back.
 Gina grabbed him tightly and pressed her vipcrew face vipcrew into his neck. Breathed for a moment. Then looked vip up at vip him through her bangs vip. "Call the fucking starving artist crew cops."
 "Empty? No furniture? No nothing? Really? And the owner? They welcome don't know? Well, you know how they are with records downtown."
 "Follow me, all right?" Gina asked as she opened her car door.
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