We were laying on the floor of the living room watching tv and she had just put my little sister to bed. since i was older i could stay up. we layed...there watching some show, and i had my head on her shoulder and we had a blanket covering us. i noticed that down were her crotch was the blanket was moving slowly. her breathing seemed labored and i asked what was wrong she said nothing and i continued to watch tv. but i was facinated by what was happening under the blankets. so i lifted the. He gently pressed his lips to hers for the "MmmmmmmmMAH!"She returned her face to his shoulder and sniffed once. "I love you. G'night." I love you too, Pixie." He lowered his arm and wrapped it around her, holding her to him while realizing he should have put her in the middle where it was warmest. But her breathing had suddenly become deep and regular. He suspected she hadn't gone to sleep as much as she had passed out from exhaustion, the same as Mare. And the same as he was going to do.His. She was still trying to fight when he flexed his hips forward, a sinister smile on his face as his cock drove into her.Catherine felt the breath forced out of her lungs as the rigid cock invaded her body. “Noo! Stop! It hurts!” But Andrew didn’t listen, just smiled as he lurched forward again, shoving more of his cock into her body, bottoming out in her and causing her to cry out in pain, even though he wasn’t completely in her.Andrew drew back and jammed into her again, as Catherine cried in. We long ago had recognized that the children 'touched' each other with their emotions. Andrew calls it telempathy. But I must say that I was the first one of us to recognize the implications. I had guessed that they could 'feel' the emotions of others to the point that they understood what it was to be loved. I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic.Everyone knows what it's like to love. But to feel the love of others, what would that mean? It would surely eliminate uncertainty in relationships..