Her eyes were riveted on the open zipper and the base of my cock. I inched the shorts down. I made the material creep down more and more so of my sh...ft came into view. Finally, just the head of my cock was restrained by my shorts. "Now Marcia?"She licked her lips and whispered, "Now."I let the shorts drop then. My cock bounded up and settled finally into the classic angle pointing up. She looked at my cock and balls and said, "You have a beautiful cock Peter. I hope your balls are full of. They had become as much a part of me as my skin and bones. We three hugged there for a long time. I finally let myself cry in relief as they welcomed me back into our union. Jules smiled as she wiped away my tears. John kept touching my arms and hands, rubbing me tenderly on the few places I wasn't bruised."So when do we tell our parents?" John asked."Not here, not now. I've already caused enough drama." I still regretted that Lydia and I had kissed in front of the whole family. No matter how I. Her husband works in a Delhi based company. So, he always travels and comes to home, once or twice in a week.The house, in which i stayed was a duplex and I used to stay in one of the rooms in the first floor. Everything was normal. I never had any intentions towards my sister before. But things happened to change over time.It all started when my Sister’s husband started to travel a lot and seldom reach out to home. Even , when he came to home, he used to be busy in his work and children. He. It reminded me of sex, pleasure, and orgasm, including hers. Yes, I wanted her to cum too, but I definitely wanted to play rough before making her do so. I wanted the realization of one of my fantasies that Nancy had rejected: a wild, kinky night where I would reward a good slut or slave for servicing me well. I replaced my mouth and teeth with my fingers on the hooker’s clit, and then I guided my cock into her now damp pussy. I wasn’t gentle, of course. I slammed my dick deep into that girl’s.