’ He saw her nod from the corner of his eyes. She settled into her seat with a dejected sigh and curled up into a small ball. He frowned, wondering...why the hell he was feeling guilty. He turned up the heat just a bit and entered into the freeway again, heading towards her friends house. It took him about forty five minutes to find her friends house. It was a typical suburban house but it was easy to find. The noise pollution could be heard for miles, not to mention the eye sore the kids had. "Morning, Jen. You okay?” I asked in a happy, but concerned voice. “Yeah,” she replied, not peering up from her book. “But you must promise never to come into my room again like that. I love you, but you’re my brother, and this must stop now.” “But I want you, Jen. I want you more than anything,” I replied. “I love you, Jen.” In her eyes, I could see that nothing would persuade her that what we’d done was right, because in my heart I knew it was wrong, too. And yet every fibre of my body was. The pressure seemed to build deep within her body, and she knew exactly what was coming. Her thrusts increased in depth and ferocity, and coupled with the increasingly intense sucking from Kim, as she herself got more aroused it wasn't long before Jenny felt she was about to explode. Just as she felt she couldn't take anymore her body gave a massive and quite wonderful spasm, and with a loud moan her orgasm hit like an express train and, as she expected, a big squirt of hot pussy juice shot. That night was like a night of hard sex. Somewhere just before thebreak of dawn, I finally stopped making love to my dildo and foundmyself drifting off to sleep with my face buried in the pillows and mydildo resting against my chest. I dreamed and dreamed that night of acock in my face and didn't wake up until I heard the door slam asMonica left the house for school.Thursday morning I woke up and the first thing I thought of was thedildo in my hand and my aching jaw. I looked at the lacy, red.