The scene revealed when I peered though the kitchen window could have been erotic in the right circumstances but it actually revolted me and added fue... to my anger. Naked and held struggling and howling on the kitchen table by her powerful, belt wielding mother, Terry screamed with the agony of each blow. Her bottom and thighs were already blistered and bruised and there appeared no sign that her mother was ready to let up. I tried the door; locked. I tapped the window. Mrs. Emerson looked up. “Turn off the lights, shithead!” someone else yelled.Once again, it was black. I didn’t know what to do. This was my own flesh and blood, my sister. She was my parents’ pride, the perfect kid. And here she was, on her knees in a dirty basement, with my penis in her mouth. Before I could react, I felt that unbelievable sensation again. She was sucking me again, and there was nothing I could do. It felt so good that I could barely move a muscle.“Kusum… You don’t have to… Oh, !”She responded by. Once in our room, she lay on the bed and said that I had allowed them to fuck her; so now I should clean her cunt and ass…I smiled, dropped to my knees and suck her clean, making her cum again, as she screamed out loud with pleasure. I got hard again but Anita said she would suck on my cock, since her both cunt and ass were a little sore. She gave me a fabulous blowjob, swallowed all of my cum and she sucked on me clean.The next morning, I opened my eyes early, finding Ana was sucking on my. She was at her doorstep and said that she needs someone help. I asked her what kind of help? She said that she have to move some object on the loft on the ceiling.I looked at her she was in bright red color nighty which perfectly fits to her shape. Her boobs are protruding above and looks like apple and avocado. My penis started to erect and I said that I will help her. She try to move that long stool and I help her so that I touched her hand for sometimes and she didn’t moved her hand and it.