“My name’s Craig,” I said, accepting her handshake, “I moved in here yesterday.”“Well, Mum was right,” she said, giving me a grin, “Sh... told me you were good looking. She was right about that.”“Does you mother know where you are?” I asked, trying to deflect her obvious attempt at flirting.“I’m sixteen years old, Craig,” she said, meeting me head-on, “My mother doesn’t need to know where I am at all times.”“Fair enough,” I said, with a chuckle, “You just can’t be too careful these days.”“Your. " She coughed, gushed blood and died.I toed the blade from her hand and tossed it a few feet away, in the middle of the road, and retrieved my own.The wagon had turned in obedience to my pull and the oxen had stopped, facing a scree of rocks down a steep slope. I moved warily towards the back of the wagon first, not wanting to trust anyone.The girl was in the back. I cursed softly when I saw her. She had been badly beaten. There was blood and bruises everywhere on her body; she no longer wore a. “Like that. Ooh, yes, never forget a girl’s clit. Even a slut like me and Kimmy love this!”His tongue fluttered on it. He batted it so fast. His dark eyes stared at me from behind his glasses. His hands squeezed my ass beneath the couch cushion. My breasts heaved as I bucked, my body squirming against the couch’s backrest, the upholstery rubbing on my flesh.The pleasure built and built in me. My orgasm swelled so fast. I would explode on my brother’s cock. I whimpered and moaned. My eyes rolled. How would it be to... ? He turned to examine Alex’s backside. A cute, pert butt came into view. Hell, Carter was straight, and yet he could still appreciate that sight. Slowly, he grabbed his buttocks and pulled them apart. From there, a small pink hole was staring at him like it wanted to ask him what the fuck he was looking at. That was the thing Aron had stared at last night and jizzed all over.Carter had seen Aron’s cock. He had held it in his hand. And that thing was huge. There was no way.