My eyes flit to my phone. I blinked as I shifted my hips. The message replayed in my mind. The ability to have what I wanted. My sisters? I wanted the... so badly. I didn’t care that incest was wrong. I just ached to eat their pussies for real. To press my face into their snatches and feast on them. I could inhale their musks fresh from the source.But what the text message implied was impossible even if it would be hot if it was somehow possible.A rush of lust shot through me. I threw my sisters’. .." she broke off."When did you move in with your parents?" Just after I finished grad school, about a year after you went missing. There were too many memories in North Carolina to stay. I needed a fresh start, so I moved in here. Then my Dad retired. He bought a small piece of land in Georgia, leaving me this house."I had just been making small talk, but it didn't seem to be helping the situation any. Mostly I was trying to distract myself from the massive heartbreak I was feeling. It was. My senses were all on alert, listening to the faint hissing sound of pee escaping her cunt, then the louder splashing sound of it hitting the paving stones. I was trying to take in the view, rivulets running down her inner thighs, soaking her stockings and the waterfall of pee falling to the ground. I held out my hand into the stream and scooped up a handful, bringing it to my lips and slurping it into my mouth. ‘Mmm, nectar!’ I said and quickly moved forward as she pulled aside her. Then slowly, Jess felt herself sinking once more. The wooden pyramid quickly slide up her vagina, growing wider until she felt her opening stretching. With her legs spread, not a single part of her body offered any resistance to the cradle as the full weight of her body, and more, began to rest on the cruel wooden pyramid that threatened to tear her insides.Her throat still felt like it was taking all her weight, despite the pressure on her tender hole, and she became convinced that, over time,.