They were vibrators. When I left for college, I kissed my sweet innocent little sister good-bye. Within seconds, a torrent of love juice flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. I tried to read something from her expression that would tell me that she was feeling different too. He let her hand go and she slid off the pale table. Exhausted, she tumbled beside me on the bed. Between the splayed cheeks of her athletic bum my inquiring fingers found the object of Roger's affection. She was very wet and the rim of her vulva glistened generously with her lubricant. And a third. He bit her tongue and lips, licked at the blood like an animal.