The floor creaked as she passed behind me toward the bathroom. "Crawl," was all she said.I dropped to my knees and crawled after her into the bathroom... She stood by the toilet waiting for me to lift the lid, which I did with my mouth. I knelt to the side while she relieved herself. "I am done now," she said.I rearranged my position so that as she stood I could place my face between her legs and clean the last drops of her release. She lifted one leg so I could have better access and I believe I. He spent an especially long time on my boobs and on my pussy mound. Mother had talked to me about menstruation and Jimmy knew about my first period as I had to wear a sanitary napkin to bed. Neither of us was embarrassed, it was just a normal event in growing up.Because of our dependency on one another and our general, physical closeness for as long as we could remember, the taboo of incest just didn't register with us as an evil. Intimacy, including the final intimacy of fucking, did not repel. ..........YES.......YES!!!" you scream. I have stopped moving now, just leaving your orgasm to pass, my cock still firmly buried balls deep inside your throbbin pussy. Waiting for the moment to pass once more. "Looks like someone is enjoying themselves more than me here" I say, then flick your very sensitive clit with my finger, the sudden jolt of pain and pleasure, brings you back to earth very quickly. "You nasty bastard" you say with a smile. Yours cheeks glowing in a post climatic glow. I. She would always leave her underwear in the bathroom after her shower. I would take her briefs or thong and I would smell her scent on them. They were always damp, sometimes soaking wet. I fantasized about her getting turned on, knowing that her skimpy underwear was so turning me on. I would fantasize about her masturbating in the shower and having to keep her moans and groans in check so that no one would hear her. I would never lock the bathroom door as I hoped that one day she would.