For the first time in her memory the Chapel was alive with souls again. The smile slipped, however, when she felt Smythe and Kedron nearby, still heal...ng. What could be done for them had been done, she was sure. They just needed time.Rising from the bed, she removed the rest of her bandages and stretched, enjoying the renewed power flowing through her muscles. Opening the door, she stepped out into the hallway, not bothering with clothing. From the feel of what was happening downstairs, things. She turned, then grabbed my hair, pulling my head backwards before trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. I spanked her butt through my old sweatpants.I don’t want to hurt her, and I don’t want to spoil her too much. At least - anymore than I already have.Just as sure as I know my name is Lucien Mickel Marceau, I know that my step-sister and I will fuck like rabbits in a breeding pen - as soon as we can get my cock in her pussy the first time. She’s already told me we were, and I don’t have. Love is looking at her with the blond hair and blue eyes that are always smiling across the dinner table. It is my arm around her as we look down at the children sleeping in their beds. Love is watching her when she doesn’t know that I am there. It is waking up early and kissing her until she wakens. My thoughts of her as I work and dream of what is yet to be in our life is certainly love. I can probably encompass it all simply by saying ‘she is love.’ But, I get away from my story. We were. Don’t you feel ready to cum right away?” “Yes, I need to. I want to fuck you and cum so bad!” “Well, if I gave you a handjob, you’d probably cum at the first stroke over your big, sensitive tip, right? That’s why I haven’t touched your cock even though I really want to. Besides, a handjob is too much like what you do for yourself. Wouldn’t you rather do something different?” “Yes, fuck. I want to fuck!” “Of course you do, dear. But think about this. If I lay back on the floor and let you climb.