Spencer sit up, rubbing Carly's ass before going to his room, leaving her there on the livingroom floor.-A Few Nights Later- Carly's hands slither up ...am's shirt, heat runs through her fingers . After what happened, Carly was sure Spencer would let her have Sam over. She slowly pulls Sam's shirt over her head.Days following the rape, Her big brother was quiet and avoided Carly out of shame.A hard nipple pokes in her hand as quiet moans slur out of Sam . Carly needed Sam to stay the night, but. I cranked my neck and spine back in bliss. My ass hole and cheeks contracted tightly around of what was left of Donnie’s now-limp knobby penis still interred inside me, and I sprayed a long and thick load all over his hairy gut. Some of it even reached his beard, which he was soon trying to lick with his lashing tongue. I milked my dick completely, and collapsed on top of Donnie’s body.A minute later, I slowly rolled to his side, leaving only leg over one of his, rested my head on his. It was like an electric shock straight to my pussy; suddenly I was so aware of my clit and the feel of my pajamas against my pussy lips. I was completely caught up in the moment, it no longer mattered that Claire was a woman; I just wanted her to touch me. Claire pulled my bottoms down to the floor and told me to lie down. I sat on the bed and laid back, my feet still on the floor. Claire got between my legs and started kissing my thighs working her way up from the right knee. When she got. “It was just weird, Ma’am,” I admitted. It really was, and I was disgusted with my little brother’s stubby little fingers pulling my lips open so that he could look at the ice cubes stuffed into my pussy-pocket.“This entire thing is weird. That is the idea, dumb-dumb,” Mom looked at me with pity. “There is no normal anymore. This is our new normal. Your pussy lips are just skin, and you aren’t entitled to privacy around your brother. If he wants to have a look to satisfy his naive curiosity,.