No, it was something else. You see, Jonathan enjoyed playing various games, and one of them caused both his death and my downfall,” answered AnneMar...e.“Games! You must explain!” I demanded pleasantly.“Yes, games. He was very partial to a game of domination, whereby he would tie my hands behind me whilst I wore the most scandalous of lingerie, then have his way with me, as if he was ravishing me. To be honest, while my love for Jonathan was not the greatest, my love of the pleasures he wrought. You committed to this and we will both be doing what I have planned for tonight. Later we will have a little talk about this, but for now, you will obey me."Her words hit me like thrown stones, punishing me for my selfishness. I knew she must have felt some jealosy while fulfilling my fantasies for submissive sex with a redhead, an Asian and even a short full-figured blonde with tattoos. Of course she would want to experience a good fuck from a well-hung man at least once in her life and I was. "Not yet, Bre," Mitch told her as he released her clit and barely brushed his finger over her swollen pussy lips. He kept teasing her, his eyes locked on hers. Bre's chest heaved as her breathing became harder. "Please, Mitch," she whimpered, her hips arching, trying to bring her clit in contact with his fingers. "Please what?" he asked as he continued to barely graze her wet lips. "Let me cum?" she gasped. Mitch's sure fingers found the bud of her clit and rubbed it. "Let you cum? Now? You. It was a soft, tender kiss, lips brushing lips. They parted, their eyes meeting."I want you," he said. "I want to make love to my sister."He felt the aroused shiver course through her diminutive form. He saw the flash of lust flicker in the depths of her coal black eyes. A smile, coy and shy at the same time, moved at the corners of her mouth.This time, she kissed him. There was nothing sisterly about her embrace. She was a woman and he was a man. Her arms encircled him, drawing him to her. Her.