...I'm your fucking slut. Use me...use me like the slut I am. You own me Kevin."I heard what she was saying and it made me just that much hotter and m...de me need to fuck her harder. I started pounding into her, slamming her pussy with everything I had. With each thrust she let out a gasp. The pure a****lism of how I was fucking my sister was just so intense that I knew I couldn't hold on too long. She screamed out my name and I felt her pussy start to contract around me, I knew she was cumming.. She murmured "Papa...", but somehow knew the futility of that. So she stood idle in the centre of the strange room, eyes downcast.She felt the woman stand close and heard her almost whisper: "Don't be scared, little one. These will be the best years of your young life, believe me."The woman rang a tiny silver bell, where upon a young and highly attractive girl entered. She nodded in reference to the woman and beamed a sweet smile towards the girl.She could not be twenty yet. She was very. Height was not one of AKA's requirements.The kid had a wrestler's body--stocky but nicely muscular, especially thearms and pecs. The face had been totally acceptable, especially his wide,sexy little cupid's bow of a mouth, but the rest was way above average, howeveryou looked at. He would have done. Done very well, in fact. But then SwimmerBoy had appeared, and AKA knew that the game was on. That's how AKA alwaysthought of it. As a game. Two players. The master and the mastered. Thiswas the. ”“No, no, not mad. It looks great, but you didn’t have to go to all that trouble.”“No trouble at all, Robert. I enjoyed doing it.”“Well, thank you. Where’s Josh?”“He’s over at Mary Lou and Betty’s.”I couldn’t help but remark, “I hope Betty put some pants on.”“I doubt it. Josh says she usually wears just panties and a t-shirt. But it sounds like you already knew that.”“Yeah, Betty and I had a thing for a while,” I confessed.Just then, Josh and Mary Lou came in holding hands. Mary Lou greeted me.