You’re strong and young. There will be other competitions, another Olympics.”“No,” she snapped. “It’s not the same, and you know it, Bit.�...�Bit was the nickname Alice had unwittingly bestowed upon her sister. A slight speech impediment when she was young caused her to pronounce Rebecca as Rabbit. The name stuck and was shortened to Bit over the years.“Your tribute to mom and dad will still be the same, and you know that.” Bit’s voice took a sharper tone, bordering hot.She was good for Alice. Only. To my surprise, Alex just smiled. "I know! He's so brazen about it sometimes." "You knew!" Of course. You don't grow up in an open house and not see a hard on every now and then," she said. "Sure, but he was really going at it. You had to have felt weird when you hugged him and it pressed against you." Why was I pushing so hard on this? Was I really so curious? Or maybe I was just grasping for anything to help me feel better about my own blurring of the family boundaries. And, it was a bit of a. For a moment, I laid there pondering a life with a companion in my bed, and decided I that I much preferred that state over the alternative.Deciding not to take my morning erection in hand, but to save it for something potentially much better, I finally got up, went to the bathroom, and pulled on a t-shirt and shorts. As I headed downstairs, I thought that she had probably been a little late this morning, so she had missed her opportunity to wake me up by getting here before my mother had left.. I rocked against him, smiling at his low groan. Owen’s eyes opened, his gaze sweeping over my body. He lingered on my breasts then dipped lower, taking in the sight of our joined bodies. He moved his hands to my back and pulled me close, tugging me against him until my breasts settled against his chest. He hugged me tightly to him, resting his mouth against my throat. His pace picked up and his hips lifted as he shoved his cock inside me, plunging again and again. I cried out and clutched him.