I should've been ashamed of what I had done. I had committed incest! I told myself it didn't count since we weren't related by blood. In fact I felt n... shame at what had been happening. My sister's had totally dominated me. And I loved every second of it. My mind was screaming no at me. I knew this was just societies rules telling me what happened was wrong. But it didn't feel wrong. I enjoyed being their slave and I was actually looking forward to tomorrow. Content with my revelation, I. ”“DAD! Billy has issues with authority figures and it’s not his fault that the police have it out for him.”They were just entering the old man’s bedroom. His daughter-in-law was shepherding him along as if he was an imbecile. “The police do NOT have it out for ‘poor Billy’. If the boy would get a job instead of hanging out with that crowd of petty criminals and losers all the time they wouldn’t be after him,” he said, “And the way you coddle him does him no good service either.”“Dad,” she said,. While Gail continued to kiss her dog, their tongues meeting again and again, she kept fondling his hard prick. Biff cursed and reached down, running both of his hands over his sister's body.Gail moaned with pleasure as she felt her brother's hand squeezing and fondling her tits. She squirmed, clasping her hand even more tightly around Scotty's dog-cock.Gail pulled back from her dog's furry face and studied the expression in his intelligent eyes. She could see the gleam of lust there and she. She told me that she didn’t want to screw other men on her own, that she would do it as long as we did it as a couple, and that we would stop doing it if she ever wanted us to stop. To keep the excitement we would do it only once or twice a year, preferably every six months or so, when we would go on short vacations to places where we are not known and find us a suitable partner. No locals whatsoever. She told me that she was willing to pussy fuck – and maybe suck – the other guy[s], but no.