She was good at stopping herself from crying, she'd had enough practice. She never let 'Them' see her cry. She'd learned to be quiet. Being quiet made...you almost invisible to 'Them'. A smile spreads across her face as an idea forms in her head.She stands quietly at the bottom of the stairs, listening. The argument was escalating it wouldn't be long before her name came up. It always did and then it would be 'her fault'. Everything was always her fault. Quietly and quickly, she puts on her hat,. By the time his cock started to squirt out Debbie's, stroking had gone from firm to rough. Semen came in a couple of bigger surges, the rest leaking down Debbie’s tight-squeezing fingers. The table creaked as the boy struggled with mighty futility, the sound erupting from deep within from his throat impressively primitive. In his gag, he was trying to repeat, "please, please, please". Or perhaps it was "stop, stop, stop"? He had already tried both. It was great when they begged!Neither the. He covered her hand and moved her hand up and down on his cock. Laura loved doing it and took his hand away. Suddenly he was cumming and he shot his cum all over her hand. For some reason which she didn't know she put her hand to her mouth and licked it up and immediately loved the taste and texture of her brother's cum. Over the next few days and weeks she progressed from wanking her brother and making sure her hands were covered in his cum to then wanking him so he ejaculated direct into her. “Give us a hand,” she said. I climbed the gate and crouched behind her. I could see the problem right away. She'd obviously got her knickers caught in the dead branches as she'd pulled them down rapidly and the elastic had entangled them. I could also see her glistening mound pouting down from between her arse cheeks. When I tried to move the branch it dug into her again causing another yelp. “It's no good, you'll have to loose the knickers,” I said. She then giggled and looked at me over her.