Thousands of feet up in cubbi thompson getting closer to my stepsister, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath cubbi thompson getting closer to my stepsister,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“cubbi thompson getting closer to my stepsister… higher… cubbi thompson getting closer to my stepsister… make me burst cubbi thompson getting closer to my stepsister!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “cubbi thompson getting closer to my stepsister, cubbi thompson getting closer to my stepsister, cubbi thompson getting closer to my stepsister!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “cubbi thompson getting closer to my stepsister.”