Chapter 1
"China, these are our new children. Robin and Poppy, this is my sister. She takes care of my house and will watch after both of you so that your mother can spend more time with me.
Stanley Wolff was the essence of the self-made man, the suave and handsome millionaire, his manner gracious and courtly as he introduced his stepchildren to his sister.
She was a poised woman, tall with a beautifully-carved body, hair pulled back severely from her finely-boned face, a face that gave no hint of age, her eyes dark and fiery, matching the sheen of her hair.
"It's good to see you again," she said to the new Mrs. Wolff. "If you will come with me, Robin and Poppy, I'll show you to your rooms. Sam, please bring their bags," she spoke to the chauffeur with the authority of the rich, a certain disdain sounding in her voice for anyone who had to work.
"Mother," Poppy's voice asked uncertainly. The young girl clung to her brother's arm, something in the woman's voice sounding ominous, the awe of the Wolff mansion frightened her.
"Now, Poppy, don't be difficult. You and Robin go with China and she'll show you your lovely new home. Oh, Stanley," their mother said, directing her conversation to her new husband, "it's going to be just perfect, isn't it." She had the glow of a young bride, though this was her second marriage.
Doris Archer had worked hard for Wolff Industries, advancing from the steno pool to become an executive secretary, her hard hours of work and hours of energy paying off when she became the private secretary to the president. She was attractive, had a good figure, and her good looks, intelligence, and level head drew Stanley Wolff to her.
He had never married and had lived for years with his sister, cultivating the business he had inherited, too busy in industry and his vast resources to find interest in anything but another dollar. Abruptly his life changed when he acquired his new secretary.
There was a whirlwind courtship, for both the man and woman, a new life. For him a companionship that he had missed and craved, for her the end of sacrifice, having been left with two children after her tragic first marriage, her life devoted solely to Robin and Poppy denying her needs to see that they were well cared-for and comfortable. There was new meaning for them in every instance of every day, but it was three years before he had asked her to marry him.
"Are you sure about the children, Stan," she asked him late one night. "Thirteen and fourteen are such difficult ages. They're just awakening to so many things. They haven't known what it was like to have a father or a man around for years. Since they were so small."
"Of course I like them. I think they're wonderful," he answered with a smile. It had been a wonderful evening for them, as every evening had been during the first weeks. This evening seemed more special, warmer and closer, and Doris had surrendered to him, given in to her hungry and long-denied need.
"Come over here, gorgeous," he said quietly from the bed. The dim bedside lamp shone on her satiny skin as she moved across the room, her hair hanging long and black, her breasts swaying slightly with her undulating walk.
"We have to be quiet, Stan. I don't want to awaken the kids. I don't want them to know," she breathed huskily as she fell into his outstretched arms, his half-hard penis throbbing and lifting as his hairy chest felt the smoothness of her body.
"They won't hear a thing," he answered as he drew her tight to him, his mouth covering hers, licking at her throat, her ears, her neck, his swollen manhood lengthening and pressing against her belly as he rolled her to her back and on top of her.
"Oh, Stan," she crooned as she felt his broad tongue flatten against her skin and begin to weave a wet trail over her breasts, his teeth gently biting at the nipples, his lips sucking in the orbs, tongue pressing the elongated point against the roof of his mouth, rolling and massaging it until it stood out firm and erect.
Her body quivered, her nerves standing on end, as she felt his hairy legs rubbing through hers, his body working downward, sliding over her as his mouth and tongue moved over her stomach and to her soft inner thigh. Her fingers twined through his thick gray hair as his palm rested on her Venus mound, his thumbs lightly feathering along her wet cunt lips.
"Oh," she moaned. It had been so long for her, and her muscles tightened as she felt his hands rubbing through her seeping juices, his breath hot against the sensitive flesh as he mouthed the silky hair of her pubis, his teeth pulling, his tongue licking wetly at the forest, his hands slipping to her breasts again to cup the full orbs, to milk and knead the firm nipples.
"Yes, oh, yes, suck it. Eat it. Just a little," she begged her body wild with her desire and passion as she pulled her legs back, spreading them as she bent her knees over his head, presenting her pussy to him like a banquet for his feasting, his lips kissing at the jagged cunt bps.
Though he had never married, he had never been celibate, and was wise to the ways and wants of women, the years of experience teaching him well. He slipped his tongue between the folds, sliding the wet tapered flesh up and down the lips, alternating to either side, making her jerk violently against his ministrations.
Deeper he shoved his tongue, wriggling it, thrusting it quickly like a snake, exploring the heated walls, licking up and down as far as his extended tongue would allow.
"Suck it. Suck it. Shit, it's been so long," she groaned, pushing her pelvis upward to his tongue, her cunt lips trying to grasp the fast moving flesh as it worked toward her clitoris. Her passion-seared body felt as if it were on fire, his tongue searing the pussy lips, his mouth flat to her cunt as the tongue lapped up the gash, spreading it wider as he found her swollen clit.
His lips consumed the tiny bud, mashing it, rubbing it, tongue rolling over it until she sobbed breathlessly, her body writhing under him. His hands stroked over her body from tits to ass as he unleashed his attack on her little knob, her body driving wantonly against him, her ass bucking up to his face, her body arching and tensing as she strained toward her climax. Her pussy hungered for his sucking, for his hard manhood, her mind wracked with desire for orgasm.
"Make me come. Make me come. I'm so close," she groaned as he covered her cunt with his white-hot mouth. He buried his face tighter in her crotch, feeling the urgency of her movements, his tongue thrusting in hard jabs, thickly and strongly, his mouth sucking at the center of her being.
"I'm coming. I'm coming!" she moaned, her hands grabbing at the back of his head to pull him tighter as her vaginal muscles began to spasm her juices, spewing over his tongue, trickling over his chin, her body twisting as she moaned louder with the draining of her body.
"That was damn good," he said, licking his lips as he moved with kisses up her body, his prick throbbing as it rubbed against her flesh, until he lay beside her, the long tool pressing against the side of her hip.
Her face turned to him as she kissed him lightly, her hand reaching for his hard cock, squeezing gently as she sought his full scrotum.
"Let me," she murmured softly, her mouth nipping at his chest, his nipples, her repressed desires erupting as she covered his torso with hundreds of unused kisses, nipping and sucking gently as his cock twitched in her hand, her head moving slowly methodically, until her lips brushed against the large cock head in a fluttering kiss, butterfly touches covering the length of his dick down to the base, up the underside along the thick cord, her teeth nipping at the back of the head as her fingers squeezed the large testicles and pulled at the wiry pubic hair.
Each wet, sensuous lick made his stomach muscles tighten, his breath catch in his throat, his balls tingle, and then his body was covered with electrical shocks as her mouth covered his cock head, her teeth scraping the broadness until she bit along the back of the ridge.
She sucked him into her, her hands clasping his buttocks, lifting him, pulling him deeper, her mouth eating him voraciously like a suctioning pump, sliding up and down until she took him completely, his inches filling her mouth and edging into the tightness of her narrow constricting throat.
The tightness of the oral channel was delicious, the broad head butting against the uvula and then slipping just through the pillars on either side of the throat, dipping in and then out as she pulled away, only to repeat her movement. Her hand massaged his swollen balls, her mouth and tongue taking him higher as he felt the climax approaching.
"Not yet. Not yet," he begged, wanting the delicious sensation to last, watching her oval mouth as it lifted and fell again and again on his prick. He could see her tits shaking with her movement, her sucking growing more feverish as she coaxed his sperm from his body.
His hands pressed at her head, forcing her down as he lifted his pelvis to her, his cock driving hard into her mouth as he began to fuck back.
"Get ready. Get ready. I'm ready to shoot. I'm ready. Here it comes!" he gasped as he felt the semen begin to travel the length of his prick and spurt out the narrow eye.
"Oh, suck it. Eat it up. Harder. Hard. Harder!" he groaned loudly, the tip of his cock head spewing out his come, hosing into her mouth and throat as his balls rose and fell with the convulsions of his big meat, her cheeks hollowing and filling as she swallowed the thick globs he discharged. Ripples of delicious sensation covered his body as she satisfied his craving, his cock squirting stream after stream of white pearls into her hungry throat as she sucked and tongued his dick for the last drop.
Her cunt was aflame. The sucking of his prick made her want him again, made her want to fill that aching void in the core of her being. Sliding up his body, she poised herself over his prick, her knees straddled on either side as she let her pelvis fall, her hand guiding the slick pole against the moist cunt lips as it sank into her.
"Oh, shit, oh, shit," she chanted as her cunt muscles pulsed in reaction to the intruding thickness. She was so tight. It had been so long since a man had filled her cunt, since she had felt the wonderful sensation of thick prick spreading those layers of tissue deep inside of her vaginal vault. She widened her legs and gratefully accepted the bulbous head as it touched the very bottom of her cunt, her buttocks resting firmly against him as she sat still for the moment, delighting in the contractions and flexings of her cunt lips around this thick pole.
He looked down to watch his long, thick prick as it slid in and out of her receptacle, the woman lifting just until the tip remained, then impaling herself again until it was completely buried to the hilt. Her buttocks hollowed as she lifted, undulating in delicious circles, cunt lips squeezing and clamping, milking his thick rod as she glided up and down his length, slowly swallowing his prick in her cunt.
"Turn over. Let me fuck you," he told her, lifting her body with his pelvis, his elbows pushing him up as he rolled her straight over and onto her back, her hips writhing upward on his cock immediately, desperately, not one second lost as they changed position.
She jerked and wriggled under him, her years of waiting given up to the moment, her cunt-fucking with wild abandon, Stan pounding into her as her nails ripped across his back, her crotch rotating around his prick as she wrapped her legs tightly around him.
"It's wonderful. Beautiful. Heaven," she crooned with rapture, his brain swimming as he felt the fire growing higher within him, his balls aching again as he skewered her cunt hole, the lips sucking at him, drawing him deeper with each stroke.
Her face contorted with passion, her neck muscles standing out as she fucked him hard, mouth gaping open like a fish gasping for breath, nostrils flaring, her body perspiring and sliding against his. Her wet cunt clung to his pole, pulling him inside her, holding him in a vise, making the meat grow longer, thicker, pulse harder.
"All of it. I want all of it. Give it to me, Stan. Give it to me."
Their rocking motion, their heavy breathing, the moans of passion filled the room as he bore into her, frantically plunging the inches full length of his thick joint into her deliciously-wet snatch, his hands clasping her buttocks, lifting her cunt higher for his pummeling dick. He lifted himself and then dropped onto her with his full weight, his cock driving deep until it struck the back of her vagina, her eyes widening with a glazed expression, her buttocks flexing and relaxing in his hands as he drew her onto his cock, her thighs widening more to open her flowered cunt as she accepted each inch that fucked deeper into her cunt hole.
His cock split her crotch again and again, the strokes growing stronger, more powerful, his mind caught up in the erotic delights of their bodies, her prick ramming forcefully, making her grunt with pleasure as she clung to him, his buttocks revolving, his prick moving in every direction possible, plunging and ravaging the hot, wet pussy as she ground and slammed her pelvis back against him.
Doris whimpered as he tried to go even deeper, the cock head battering against her cervix, his scrotum bouncing against her buttocks and dredging through their crevice, his balls aching, swelling bigger as he fucked for release.
"Beautiful. Oh, beautiful." Her nails raked across his back and down to his buttocks, her hands gripping the flexing muscles as they pistoned his cock into her. Her fingers fumbled the crease of his ass cheeks, searching until it found the soft, puckered flesh of his anal entry. His cock pounded into her and his brain reeled as he felt the finger prying into the tiny slit, his sphincter working against the probing digit as he fucked furiously into the slick cunt, the tiny opening wet with his sweat, defenseless against her touch, the finger pushing and prodding until it wormed inside.
"Oh, sweet shit," he groaned, the invading finger making him double his tempo, the persistent fingering fucking into the tiny hole as she held him in her grasp.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes," she choked out, feeling him trying to escape the unnatural impalement, but her screwing cunt drove him on, the heavy dick gliding wetly as she matched the tempo, making him expand and flex inside of her, making him grunt as she poked the finger into him, both of them burning with fire, his prick tunneling into her, their animal grunts echoing in the room.
Her thighs held him tight above his waist, opening and closing, squeezing his rib cage so tightly that he could hardly catch his breath, her head rolling from side to side, her body a mass of gyrating heated flesh, her cunt fucking wildly at his drubbing prick as she savagely fingered his ass-hole, buttocks weaving and swaying over her, both of them growing closer and closer to the ultimate sensation of climax.
"Harder. Faster. Fuck me, Stan. Fuck me," she groaned loudly, her crotch screwing up to him, her ankles locked high on his back, hands clenching his buttocks as she rode his cock desperately until her body began to tremble.
Drawing her legs back until her heels rested on his shoulders, he pushed against her body, his shoulders forcing against her legs until his pelvis and balls smacked wetly, firmly, brutally, driving his prick mercilessly into her fully upturned crotch. He bit at her lips, his tongue driving into her throat to suck at her tongue, to drink her saliva as he felt her driving harder against him, felt the quivering of her cunt walls and the shuddering of her body. His rock began to be bathed in hot fluids, the juices smothering his iron-hard phallus, flooding out of her seething slit down through her crotch, over his balls.
"Fuck me. Fuck me," she screamed.
"Oh, shit, yes," he answered with a groan, her body contracting and spasming under him.
"Fill me with your hot come," she begged, her body still in the throes of her orgasm, his thrusts and plunges triggered by her hot cream making him shoot his load, making the giant load of come spurt out into her wildly sucking vagina.
Her cunt thrust higher to him as she felt the love muscle flexing and filling her with his hot load, the jetting spray white-washing the heated walls, her arms holding him tightly, her finger slipping from the tiny entrance as she felt the throbbing, her cunt still sawing up and down, his prick grinding in and out, the love muscle plundering her depths as he filled her with his molten liquid offering, their passionate moanings filling the room and unknown ears.
Poppy didn't know what had awakened her. She could vaguely hear noises, and to her thirteen-year-old ears, they sounded like screams, like agonizing pain, like someone being beaten, and it was coming from her mother's bedroom.
Cautiously she got out of her bed, her mind filled with panic, not knowing what she could do to help, but moving quietly toward her door and then into the hall. She could see a narrow slit of light barely shining under her mother's door, and as she drew closer she could hear voices. There was someone in that room with her mother.
She couldn't believe it. The squeak of bedsprings, the constant even rhythm, the low animal moans. All the noise was coming from that one room. Her heart pounded as she pressed her ear to the door and then dropped to the floor, her eye peering through the keyhole.
Her eyes widened as she saw the large, thick prick stretching the tight lips of her mother's cunt, saw the white buttocks thrusting upwards against the onslaught, the face contorted with an expression she had never seen before on her mother's face.
These were the things young girls talked about in school, that her mother had warned her about, and her eyes became hypnotized by the thickness of the hard cock as it slid in and out of the pinkness of her mother's cunt. She couldn't stop staring at it, couldn't believe that the long, thick rod, could possibly fit into the tiny slit of her mother's bucking body.
Her finger's pressed under her sheer nightgown feeling over her mound and her tiny opening. No wonder her mother moaned. He must be hurting her. But she seemed to like it. Poppy watched with fascination. Her mother seemed to be enjoying it. Her cries weren't from being hurt, they were from pleasure. The young girl felt ripples of excitement course through her body, her ears filling with the soft, squishy sucking sounds of the fucking couple.
Her fingers clung to her virginal lips, and she jerked as she felt the moisture seeping from the soft flesh, the lubricated fingers rubbing, filling her with strange wonderful sensations unlike any she had known. Her finger moved tentatively into her slit and her body shook. She had touched herself there before but never had she felt the warm heat rising, felt the slickness of lubrication, felt the strange spark and quivering in her stomach.
She couldn't take her eyes off the huge penis in her mother's hair-lined cunt, the large balls and full scrotum bouncing against the buttocks as she moaned for him to do it harder and harder. She knelt transfixed as she watched the man's buttocks hollow with his muscular flexing, watched the huge phallus plunge between the white thighs and bury itself deep inside. She could hear her begging for more.
"Do it more. Give me more," her mother was saying as she pulled her knees up and back, her buttocks screwing up on the great pole as it plunged in, then withdrew. Her eyes widened as the long slickness pulled to the tip, and the shiny length made her gasp and press harder with her hand into her soft yielding flesh.
"Fuck me. Fuck me," she heard her mother cry, and she was shocked to hear that word coming from the woman's lips. She heard the girls say it at school, but she had never uttered it knowing it was wrong, that her mother would be hurt and disappointed if she did. And now she was screaming it to the man. She finally saw his face as he pulled back momentarily from her mother. She recognized Stanley Wolff, her mother's boss, getting only a glimpse of him as her mother pulled him back into her, her legs tight around his waist, the thick, full cock disappearing again into the hungry cunt.
His hands cupped his mother's buttocks and Poppy mimicked the man as she ran her hands over her own firm, young buttocks, her body delighting in her touch. The wet sounds grew louder in her ears and she felt again of her young pussy, her finger drenched with her juices, her mind still confused at her mother's reactions to the drubbing cock.
Poppy groaned as she delicately touched her own still-forming breast, her body shivering as she squeezed the fullness and watched the prick sliding in and out of the pink, glistening cunt. She could hear the bodies smacking together, the giant cock driving deeper into the female softness, and Poppy felt of her nipples, amazed to find them so full, strangely sensitive and swollen, burning against her touch.
Her knees widened as she watched, her hands exploring her crotch, her fingers spreading the lips, her body shuddering as she fingered the forbidden area. She could hear her mother scream about coming and then they stopped. There was a deafening silence.
"I better ask Robin," she told herself, and stealthily she went toward his room, her young body burning strangely inside, her fingers wet with virginal juices. Lightly she knocked on his door and turned the knob.
"Robin," she whispered. "Robin, are you awake?"
She could see his bed, and moving closer she saw a miniature tent-pole in the middle of the sheet. Her brother stared at her.
"I'm awake," he whispered huskily. His voice was strange, uncontrolled, almost as if he couldn't talk and was out of breath.
"I've got to talk to you. I've got to tell you what I just saw," she said as she sat on his bed.
"It's about Mother and Mr. Wolff."
"I've been listening," he answered. "They've really been going after it."
"You heard them?" she asked incredulously.
"I wouldn't be in this condition if I hadn't," he answered, pulling back the sheets to reveal his well-formed, naked body, his young prick rearing high into the air over his body, young, strong and indicative of a great size to be expected with his growth.
"Ohhh, Robin," she said, sucking air in through her pursed lips, fascinated as his hand continued to stroke up and down slowly.
"Listen," she began. "Let me just touch it. Mother seemed to like Mr. Wolff's." Her fingers reached out, and gently grasped the hard cock, feeling gingerly of it as if it were a piece of china.
"It's so big," she said admiringly, her grip growing tighter as she watched the eye wink at her each time she moved the foreskin back and forth to uncover it.
"Bigger than anyone else's," Robin answered confidently.
"Feel mine, Robin," she offered, lifting her nightgown and widening her thighs. His prick throbbed and twitched as he turned slightly, not enough to remove his cock from her grasp, but enough so that his fingers could slip through the few pubic hairs and over her wet slit.
"You're all wet," he said.
"I know. I don't understand. It just happened when I watched them. Robin, think we could do what Mother and Mr. Wolff were doing? I feel so strange, like I'm burning between my legs. Have you ever done it before?"
"Nope. But I think I can. Get into bed," he told her and began to help her pull the nightgown over her head. She slipped in beside him, both of them nude, shy but inquisitive, little tingles covering her body as she felt his body touch hers, the nearness of her soft body making his prick grow harder.
She had always wondered what it was like when two people made love. She had seen movies and television, had watched the tube and screen, but never anything as violent as her mother and Mr. Wolff, and certainly never had anything felt so hard and satiny as her brother's big prick. She felt that quivering between her legs again and closed her eyes as she imagined that cock skewering her mother, imagined it wet and glistening, pushing into her own cunt.
Awkwardly, Robin climbed onto her, Poppy spreading her legs to accommodate him, waiting tensely and curiously as she felt him touch the curls of her pubic bush. Her body jumped at the foreign touch, her body trembling slightly as his fingers spread the virginal cunt lips and explored just as she had done to herself minutes before.
"That feels good," she whispered softly, his fingers feeling the throbbing of her flesh as he pressed the slit open. He massaged her buttocks as she reached for his penis, growing more amazed at how hard it was, her mind wondering if he really could stuff it up her tiny hole.
His fingers seemed to be all over her as she rubbed up and down on his prick, teasing the nipples, squeezing her buttocks, probing into her vaginal entrance, her body wriggling until he lowered himself on her and pressed his young penis against her tight opening.
Poppy's legs widened as he tried to push crudely into her wet trench, something in his awkwardness frightening her, causing her to wriggle away from him. His fingers had felt good against her hot body, and as he started to lick at her breasts, intuitively knowing to suck the flesh into his mouth, she began to relax again, her curiosity again aroused.
Robin was burning up. He wanted to bury his cock in her. He knew that's where it should be, and there was no one he had ever wanted to do it to more than his sister. He lay still for a moment, not knowing quite what to do next. He took her arms and put them around his shoulders.
"Hold on to me," he breathed in her ear, his tongue darting into the shell-shaped opening, a little moan coming from deep in her throat. He butted his prick against her slit several times but failed to gain entrance, Poppy was electrified by the contact as his mouth covered hers, his tongue licking tentatively at her lips. She responded to the caress, thrusting her tongue against his, delighting in the sensation and the taste of her brother's mouth, feeling him worm the head in slightly only to fall out.
She began to worry again that she couldn't take something that big in her and tried to pull her legs together again to avoid his thrusting.
"Don't do that. Don't do that," he said. "I feel like I'm going to explode every time you move." Her body rubbed against the sensitive cock head, the drops of immature semen beginning to leak from the eye, lubricating him, making his cock jump and throb, filling him with the new sensation he had found this year, the wonderful convulsing feeling that his inquisitive hand had given him every night.
"I'm coming. I'm coming," he began to groan as she tried to twist away, the frictioning of her body against his cock triggering his response as he began to throb out a hot stickiness over her Venus mound and her sparsely-lined cunt. He panted over her, his body jerking with his premature ejaculation, Poppy feeling the liquid heat stream down between the slit of crotch.
"Is that all that happens," she asked, unimpressed with what had happened, wondering why she hadn't enjoyed it.
"No," he answered catching his breath, his prick still hard and strong, slipping between her cunt lips with his lubricating young sperm covering them. He felt the cock head slipping in again, the rough intrusion making his sister moan with pain. With a hard thrust, he drove his pelvis forward, the head of his penis jamming against the membrane as it tore it away, his cock slipping tightly into the sheath as the blood covered it and trickled wetly down her crotch.
She wanted to scream and tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was afraid her mother might hear her. Robin thrashed over her, plunging awkwardly in and out several times, and then felt his orgasm burst through him, out and into her violated channel.
"Is this what love is," her young mind wondered, her body ached as she felt the strong young penis soften and slip from her body. She knew she had missed something.
Even with her young years she knew there should be more than just some amount of pain, and the burning was still here.
"Did you like it, Robin," she asked as he lay on top of her.
"Yeah, did you?" he asked in return, his body feeling more manly, more aggressive, luxuriously satisfied. At least for the moment. "Want to try it again. I'll make you come, too," he offered with new confidence. "Did you feel anything? I'm sorry I hurt you."
She liked the feel of his male body against her, and with the receding pain she pulled closer to him, feeling his prick lengthening inside of her, the growing expansion adding an itch to the still-burning fire. She felt the walls of her abused pussy flutter around his thickening dick, and slowly she flexed the muscles, tightening the cunt walls, the muscular action making her brother moan as he gently began to massage his tool in and out of her channel.
"In me. I want you to put all of it in me," she breathed in his ear, his cock feeling alive in her, all pain replaced by the electricity of his movements, by the burrowing tool that moved deeper with each stroke, filling her, stuffing her until there was no more. She licked at his lips, her innocent tongue dueling with his as the cock stretched the cunt walls wider, Robin feeling the wet throbs of his sister's pussy as it opened and closed around his young rod.
She experimented, rotating her hips, feeling her movements help him, finding that she was able to fuck up on his dick as he plowed into her furrow. She gasped for breath, her young body awakening to the new sensations as she felt the cock throb, Robin beginning long, hard strokes full length into her ravished vagina.
"Oh, Robin. I love it. I love you. We'll never be apart. Never." Her love for her brother, the new delicious and forbidden feelings filled her young mind with romantic images.
His body held her in position as she thrust up to him in new-found sensations, his cock slipping in and out of her newly-opened pussy hole, tiny moans escaping from her mouth as she thrilled to him, Robin fucking with greater authority as he felt the juices of her young pussy flowing around him, felt her body straining just as his had for orgasm.
They could hear the sucking wet sounds of their fucking as his cock sawed into her, the young sister squirming under her brother as she felt the earth-shattering sensations tighten and center low in her belly.
"It's happening. It's happening," she groaned in his ear, her teeth clinching tightly to keep from screaming, his breathing hard and labored and he fucked on, his prick drowning in her first fluid gush of come, the sticky warmth suffocating the plunging thickness as he slammed into her now-unresisting cunt and began to spew out his come again.
For the first time she felt the hot cream with pleasure, her vagina widening gladly with the throbbing of the spewing cock head. She sobbed as her cunt walls clasped involuntarily at the thickness, her chest heaving as her spread crotch absorbed the lessening pounding of Robin's slowing strokes, his cock giving one last pulse as he lay still on top of her.
'Just think, Robin. We can do this every day for the rest of our lives. We never have to be apart. Never." Her body quivered as her legs splayed to either side of her brother. This was what love was. At their young ages, Robin and his sister, Poppy, began to establish a routine that would direct their life style and draw them closer with every day and year.