She smiled at me and licked her lips. Her pussylips were bulging out and quivering. I couldn’t stopstaring. She had shaved her groin completely ...airless.Her curly blonde triangle was gone, sadly.“Come here, Billy, and fuck me,” she said calmly.I about fainted. I mean here I was a thirteen-year-oldvirgin who had only had sex with his right hand and hispillow, and the girl I tried to avoid thinking aboutwanted me to mount her. I ran.She followed, wearing a short robe that she. .tasting... We listened for any sign that kids were wandering from upstairs while he quickly yanked down my pants and pulled my panties past my knees. He pushed my legs back eagerly to get another taste of what he sampled just minutes before, now glistening so juicy. His face came down upon me like a ravenous beast... tonguing, nibbling, sucking, and tasting all of my dripping juices. Teasing my clit with his teeth and his tongue with a steady rythym. I grabbed the back of his head and ran. This is it. I thought, finally it was her turn.“Watch it, Samantha,” Mother warned as she began to spank her harder.The constant slapping finally transformed my idyllic paragon of a sister into a tantrum-causing brat, whining and crying over Mother’s lap. I knew it wouldn’t end well for her. Crying was one thing, but squirming and bucking around was something that Mother hated.“Alright! That’s enough!” she shouted.I was amazed to see Mother slip her flat palm into Samantha’s elastic waistband. She moved onhim before he could make a decision and struck him sharp in the throatwith fingers extended like a knife. Her fingers collapsed back into afist and hammered his trachea. He choked and bent over at the force ofthe blow, she grabbed his head and used his downward movement to forcehis head down to connect with her rising knee.His nose broke against her kneecap. He sputtered obscenities, but shekept laying into him, keeping him off balance with rapid kicks to thegut. She pushed him off.