Then – as used to be the case – with one palm he pressed on my stomach, right on my bladder, softly but confidently, pushing my G into his moving ...ock, pushing my bladder, all the way down.I came. Oh my how I came! I shuddered and writhed, my orgasms have always been violent, a wild animal tossing around when captured.He held me tight, his fingers digging into my back to still keep me up. It was not over yet – he kept pressing on my stomach and still trembling with my orgasm I squirted my gooey. Me: Truth or dare?Connor: Dare.Me: I dare you not to chicken out for the entire game.Connor: Done. Truth or dare?Me: Dare.Connor: I dare you to take my pants off and not give them back until the game is over.Me: Oh okay, underwear too?Connor: if you're okay with that.Me: That's fine with me.I knelt down while Connor stood up in front of me and began to undo the button and zipper on his shorts. As I slowly worked them down, I found myself feeling his smooth, hairless legs. His thighs. It was close enough that I could feel its heat fading.It was this intentional miss, the smell of burning wood, the proximity to danger, that fueled the realization that if I did want the easy way out, I had to submit, to obey, after all.I didn’t want to be hurt, and so I begged, appealing to our familial bond.“Please, daddy, don’t hurt me, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, really!”“Oh, I know you will, darlin’,” he said, flicking the dead cigarette away onto the floor. “Try causing mischief when. This will do fine for starters she said and continued in a similar vein as she had in bed the night before. I soon started massaging her breasts and her nipples did not need a lot of encouragement to swell up, it was then I noticed she had left her bra off, and as my other hand explored further it soon became clear it was not the only clothing item to be overlooked. I quick glance around ensured nobody was about and as the village was remote it was unlikely anybody passed this way more than.