Turning over very slowly, I looked into her eyes and she was smiling. No shame, no nothing, just a smile and her hand on my half- hard cock. Bringing ...er other hand up from beneath the pile of blankets, she put a pale finger to her lips for silence and then moved closer to me. Raising up onto her elbow, she looked at Mother and Gale and then put her lips against my ear."I'm horny as hell," she whispered, and then kissed my earlobe."Are you crazy?" I asked. She shook her head no."They'll never. And trust in Loki's hate." You expect me to believe he hates them more than us?" Of course not, he at best feels ambivalent towards them. It's us hehates, but...let me explain in a way you can understand. Hatred is likeHei?r?n's mead, while ambivalence is akin to that beer crap in the humanworld. Like sex with your J?rnsaxa versus your hand. Battle to checkers.Living versus existing. For Loki, hatred is breath. Ambivalence isnothing."A slight misjudgment. Within the Council of the Host's. We both have long dark hair and we have similar dark eyes and fair skin. My eyes don’t seem so empty though. She and I are both slim with big full breasts. Hers are a size D and mine are bigger at DD.I make sure to turn her over and move her around often so she doesn’t have sores. Our mother left us soon after she was born. She didn’t want to take care of a mentally retarded kid. So it was just Daddy, my little sister, and me.That meant I took care of her. I bathed her, dressed her, fed. Slave knows her place. “Did you like that feeling slave? Knowing you might choke to death on your masters dick?” “Yes master.” She replied. “What a good little whore.” He praised. Without further warning, he resumed fucking himself in and out of her face. He had always loved the sight of his pink dick disappearing into her ebony face. He continued to look in to her eyes as he used her for his pleasure. When he could finally feel himself getting close, he began to give her he instructions for.