She brushed a dark strand of hair out of her eyes, enjoying an unprecedented lull in the tidal wave of customers, all eager to get those final ingredi...nts for their candlelit dinners. She glanced down to peel a sticker off her scanner, seeing that it was for- the cruel irony- passionfruit- when she heard a low, soft, familiar voice. Her head snapped up and when she saw who it was, she melted. ‘Andy!’ she exclaimed, feeling her heart speed up and beat frantically against her ribcage. He stood. She lays down on the daybed again. He doesn't wait and shoves his cock up her pussy. She screams it out and I can see the pain in her face. I never seen such a massive cock. He doesn't stop and trusts forward with long big hauls. Her body starts to shake and the pain seems to make way for a massive orgasm. I never managed to make her cum like that. Without thinking I've started wanking hard following the rhythm of his cock shoving in and out. Her eyes are wide open and I see a second orgasm. This time open your mouth a little. I'll sort of suck on your lower lip, and you do the same to my upper lip." This time they stayed together much longer and it took them both a few seconds to open their eyes afterward. Electricity seemed to pass between them as they gently nibbled each other's lips."Wow" said Bobby, conscious of the fact that his penis was growing erect. "I had no idea kissing felt this good." He took another good look at his sexy blond stepsister, the sun shown in her hair. They both had huge, soft breasts and fat nipples. Their hair differed, Mom's bleached blonde contrasting with Aunt Vicky's black, their tresses brushing around my mom's shoulder. They both had the same tattoo on their left tit, a triangle with three initials: two C's and a V for Clinton, Cheryl, and Vicky. My father's owned both sisters before he died.Now I owned them. But that top C, over Chery and Vicky's letters, belonged to my father even though we shared the same name. “Yes, Master, you.