We were half brother and sister. How could this be? How could this possibly happen? When we were eighteen years old we demanded to know the truth fro... our parents. My Mama told me that Charles’s father, Emmet Tate, had been a few years older than she and seduced by his charm and good looks and wealth. And they both swore never to let the truth be told to me and Paul for they didn’t think we’d become childhood sweethearts instead of just being friends. When Charles and I met up at the bench. Bend over!" He barked, turning me around and shoving me down over the kitchen table.God, I'm so fucking horny. I'll do anything he wants as long as I get his big juicy cock inside of me.He smacked my ass, causing me to yelp."You're such a slut, Naomi. I've been waiting for this moment for too long." He said.And then something unexpected happened.I felt the head of his cock poke my asshole. He slowly began pushing forward, and the mushroom shaped head of his cock slipped into my anal ring.The. Then his tongue escaped his mouth, and made an exploration into my mouth. Suddenly, I felt his warm tongue meet mine, and I was forced to close my eyes in ecstasy. We both ended the embrace of our lips to take a deep breath after about ten minutes of intense making-out. I think decided; I had to return his favor from the restaurant. I moved closer than I already was and let my hands rub his chest, and immediately my cock jumped, I have a huge thing for muscular men. He let out a little sigh. I wondered where I was going to find good coffee. Probably the Upper Peninsula ... Houghton. Finnish light roast ... tastes like chocolate ... brewed in a French Press ... properly ... sweet dark chocolate ... mmmm ... with caffeine.I almost panicked ... paper products ... soft and absorbent feminine necessities. Wait ... no ... won’t be needing those until next spring. But... “Junior?”They weren’t at the bow. They must have sneaked back to the cockpit ... or they were swimming to shore.I.