” I moaned and reached for my zip. My 8 inch hard-on sprung free of my jeans easily and throbbed in my hand as I leaned there against the house. I s...roked slowly as I watched her. She dropped her head suddenly and sucked one of those glorious nipples in to her mouth. I could almost hear the sucking and then the slight pop as she released it. Her slim fingers moved down on to her toned stomach. With one flick she threw the towel aside and dropped backward on to the bed. As she fell back her. I was going to keep this my little secret.Fucking my own sister. What a fucking turn-on. I was not about to ruin this yet. I still had plans for little miss Wynter Smythe. There were other holes to conquer. We finally went downstairs and, as the evening was late, she went back to her sorority with some of her sisters.So we finished up final week and I called Wynter the night before we were all going home for the summer, or, in my case graduating. She was free. And she sounded horny as hell on. As I moved up, I could clearly feel the head of his cock in his pants. As I tried to grasp it in my hands, his hand moved back to my crotch, and I knew it was more than I could handle, both emotionally and physically. Given that and the fact that all I could think about was seeing his dick in person, I quickly broke my grasp and my kiss and stood up. He looked at me seated, and when I stood in front of him, he took both my tits in his hands and squeezed them. He moved forward on the couch and. .. make us both so, so happy... Please say you’ll at least think about it?” She eventually stopped talking and I tried to comprehend it all. To be honest, without the very obvious and very large problem that I would be having sex repeatedly with my son’s wife, it all made very clear logical sense. My DNA was undeniably very close to Adam’s. Although Charlotte was as close as a daughter to me, I was not actually a blood relative so there would be no worries about incest and possible birth.