Time to give him what he want.’ The old man added. ‘Give that white boy your fuckin black man’s load.’The young boy realized his duty. He gent...y took my head in his big hands and slid my mouth up and down his rock hard dick. His dick was so hard that the veins were like steel. I gave him the rhythm he wanted, and he pulled his hands away and I kept sucking at the pace he had set. I stroked my own dick at the same rhythm. Finally he let out a big gasp, and I dove down into his sweaty black. I missed them already.But Kurtis wanted to do this—needed to do this—and I would support him. He was the patriarch of our family. Though only minutes older than me, he had always owned my heart. He would lead; I would follow. Even if I had to push him and our twin sister into that first step into incest. Once he had, he had awakened to his masculine dominance.Our twin sister—well, technically his twin sister and my half-sister—rode behind me. Pyrriah laughed in delight. Her mirth rolled over me. At Nia’s initiative she and her husband kept the same bed every night of their marriage, with two exceptions.Joj died shortly after her fertile period; they had been very active sexually for the three days she was fertile. The next day he dropped dead at breakfast. Marta had him examined by a doctor, there was a weakness in a blood vessel of the heart. This time bomb had been present, undetectable, from his birth. The doc in Detroit said there was no way their sexual exercise caused the death,. "It's dirty, Ben," she said, her voice no more than a whisper.Ben's hand stroked up her leg again, under the light blue skirt and to the elastic of her underwear. This time it did not return down her leg, but stayed where it was, his fingers moving softly over her pubic mound, teasing her with the suggestion of stroking over her pussy, but never quite doing so. He said nothing, just stared into her eyes, watching for her reaction as his fingers threatened to delve beneath her cotton over her.