She was too tired to notice that she was continually beingswitched from one breast to the other, maintaining an endless flow ofsweet milk. Finally, sh... closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep,Glenda's nipple still in her mouth and milk still trickling from herown breasts.---Constance awoke slowly, feeling the bed soaking-wet beneath her. Shetried to shift around and find a dry spot, but felt a pulling frominside her womb as she did so. Confused, Constance looked down and sawthe umbilical cord. If she were being honest, she was a little distracted by Tony's hands. They were large and strong but seemed highly dextrous much like the rest of his body. She knew his football career never took off but wondered if he still played in his spare time. His tight-fitting shirt would suggest that he did, or at least kept up the same workout routine.Anabel shifted again, suddenly aware of how hot she was. Was she falling ill? Her breathing was rapid and she was a little sweaty. All she wanted to do. Light was spilling out into the hallway, and the movement of the shadows told me that it wasn’t empty.As quietly as I could, I moved down the hallway until I was standing outside the study. The sight inside shocked me, but I didn’t make a noise - I couldn’t.Inside, Dad was sitting on his study chair. His pants were down around his ankles, and kneeling between his legs was my totally nude little sister.“Ellora,” I said under my voice, and even though there was no possible way she could have. His deep, thick motion was bliss. The smoky heat of his breath on her face was bliss. Even the discomfort of her position was its own bliss, given how he’d shoved, force, drawn her into it. Soon came his release, and not even ‘bliss’ could describe that. His body writhed, out of control of everything but the lust which she had inspired. The geyser volume of his seed rushed into her and made her whole, her yearning form completed by that physical sign of his pleasure. She wasn’t sure if his.