Would you have followed me home and broken into my house?" You really like the idea of us not being related, don’t you?" Jon touched the side of her...face. "Is that how much you wish we were a real high school couple?" That's how much I wish we had never met," she corrected him."If we weren’t related I would do everything I could to get you to go out with me," he assured her. "However, I'm glad we are related." Because you're sick and you like fucking your own sister?" she once again tried to. The stud’s dark dick contrasted with his light tan skin, drawing Patrick’s eyes to it. Patrick’s breathing became more labored. The next photo showed a muscular man who was as fair skinned as Patrick. The model’s foreskin covered his flaccid penis. Patrick slid his hands into his pants to rub the crown of his own cut cock. He wondered what it would be like to feel the other man’s turtle neck. The last beauty was a lithe black man riding a horse. Patrick felt his shaft. It was still rigid. "I agree to stay and wave as she leaves. I'm relaxing on the couch when I hear footsteps. "Hey Luke."Linda comes into the living room with a small tank top on and yoga pant shorts. She sits down next to me. It's tempting not to look down at her breasts. "Hey Linda." So tell me Luke...I want to hear more about your trip."I tell her about Cancún and what me and Violet did while we were there. My story is quite short because I left out the major detail of our trip which just consisted of us. .."Martin still couldn't believe what he saw as he shut the door. He'd always thought of his sister as just another aspect if his life he'd just have to deal with until he went to college. Now, however, he saw Angela in a different light. Even through her rage, he saw a part of her that would stay with him for the rest of his life. In that one moment, he saw her as a woman. He saw the curves of her hips just before she covered herself, her breasts jiggle as she turned so suddenly. For the first.