I strictly avoided stories about incest of any kind, fearing what might happen if I read them. However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop my...elf from reading them.Did those stories have an impact on me? Maybe, but they were only fiction relating to what I already felt. They almost made me feel normal; if there were that many people writing stories like that, it had to be more common than I believed. When I decided I'd had enough of the stories, I'd go to use Google and research. Back at her apartment she poured drinks for them both, easily slipping a sleeping pill into his wine without him seeing. Within a minute of his first sip he was out cold, all he saw was her laughing figure removing a shiny black object from a trunk in the corner of the room before his vision went completely.He awoke slowly, his vision coming back to him gradually. The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t move his arms. He could feel them across his chest bust couldn’t move them at all.. " I grinned. "But I've still got the chops!" I got up, noting "Back to the trenches. Now the real work begins."I started some pans with water heating over the stove. I turned into 'Mac the Magic Bubble Dancer'. I had drying pots, pans, plates and bowls stacked over every damned place in the kitchen. I had Mark get one of the buffet tables out of the barn for more drying space. Once it all dry and put away I took out a few things and put them on the buffet table.I dropped into a padded chair.. And I said yeah,... go ahead. That got me even more excited watching Greg sucking Cheryl's tits! Cheryl's tits are so white and beautiful pink nipples and there Greg was with his black hands and mouth all over her tits and nipples! We were all 3 naked by now, and Greg and I were both masturbating while we were sucking Cheryl's tits and Greg had just started playing with Cheryl's pussy! Greg said, "Cheryl, I want some of that pussy." Cheryl adjusted her legs a little while Greg played with her.