The pain would throb until I got soft again. Then I’d hear the video and I’d get hard again? After a few minutes of this I saw Angel roll over and...get something from the end table drawer. When she was lying on the bed again, I could see she had a vibrator, and was using it against her pussy. Watching Angel masturbate was just too much for me, and I got very hard. I tried very hard to keep from screaming at the pain in my cock, especially the head. While the tape was playing on the TV, Angel had. As she stumbled into the house, her step-brother Aaron met her in the kitchen. Though they were step-siblings, he may as well have been her real brother. His dad married her mom when she was only two years old and Aaron had fallen head over heels for his new baby sister. "Whoa, what's up with you, squirt?" He always insisted on calling her squirt.. He might be six years older than her but that didn't give him the right to treat her like a baby. "I think I'm sick. My tummy is hot, my skin feels. I pulled back out, almost completely removing the toy from inside of her, and then plunged back into her wet depths. With increasing ferocity I pounder her pussy. Over and over again I penetrated her tight snatch, taking pleasure in hearing her screams. “Take that you bitch. This is what you deserve! I’m going to make you cum so hard that you cry” I yelled at her. She had fallen onto the floor from exhaustion and supporting myself with my hands, I raped her sorry ass. Realizing that I. She lifted her head off of my cock, trailing a length of sticky goo as Bart grabbed her face and French kissed her, her mouth still full of my unswallowed spunk.This got me thinking, and a few minutes later as Lana fixed breakfast, a robe over her shoulders but exposing a foot-wide swath of cleavage, belly and bush, I asked Bart the question that was on my mind. "So, like, being in the Army, but, you know, liking to sleep with guys as well as girls," I started, "don't you worry about Don't Ask.