It was electric feeling her lips touch me. Lessie smiled at me "it is so nice to be back with you."We sat talking like nothing had happened. I realize... that Lessie had decided to have an affair with me and be my real girlfriend. Being a real girlfriend included having sex with me, her brother, she was beyond caring now about incest now. We sat next to each other and Lessie pulled my arm around her shoulder and smiled.She leaned forward as did I and we kissed as if for the first time, a long. Stan erupted. There was no other word for it, and he had no conscious control over his body as he heaved his hips up, feeling his semen jetting into Anne’s willing, nay anxious mouth. Finally Stan subsided back onto his sofa, spent. Anne waited for him to open his eyes and look before she swallowed, finally climbing up onto the sofa next to him. Stan took her in his arms and they kissed. He tasted his semen on her lips, in her mouth, and found it incredibly erotic. ‘Hmmm. I think it’s my turn. He was ready for round two. I pushed him onto his back, climbed on and impaled myself. I too was ready. I love this position – female superior. I don’t just love the position, I love the sound of it – female superior. It had a dual meaning for me since I had been the superior in every relationship in which I had been involved. The position also gave me complete control of my pleasure. I could twist and tilt, rock, squeeze and generally achieve friction and pressure anywhere I wanted. I could. He peels off her top and then bra, met by little resistance as he switches to suckle the other nipple. He pushes down the bottoms and thong as she quietly moans for him to wait but does nothing to stop him when he ignores her. Loving the feel over her curvy hips and narrow waist pressing against him. He releases her to pull his shirt off. As his shirt rises over his head he feels her fingers work furiously at his pants. He almost loses it as she pulls them down and her breasts drag over his.