She wore her cheerleader outfit, and gave me the innocent looks, then removed her top and sucked my cock. My plotting went out the window as my brain...seized up, then she was riding my cock, and soon afterwards I was slamming between her splayed thighs. She'd had sex before, as had I, and we weren't full siblings, but it was so wrong and right all at once as I plastered the inside of her womb with my spunk.Where do we go from here? I'd planned on asking Jen to somehow allow Jake to take some. By the time I got home from the matinee, my father had somehow already learned that I'd been fighting with my cousin."Yutch, what the hell were you thinking? You don't think your Uncle Donald and I already have enough problems without you two dimwits locking horns? What the hell was so important to the two of you that you had to go at it right in a public movie house?" My father didn't object to my fighting, and certainly not to my winning. He was objecting that I'd made his already strained. There was a tiny kitchen off the living room with a hob, fridge, sink, microwave, and a small oven, enough to cook meals for the two of us. It wasn't much but it was our place. With just me and Gwen there, it felt more like a home than our parents big farm house ever had, warm and cosy. In stark contrast to the big, cold, draughty, forbidding place I had grown up in. Often in the evenings me and Gwen would sit curled up on the sofa together watching some TV or reading, happy in each others'. ” Her eyes drop. “I’m so sorry about this.”“It’s not your fault,” you say, shaking your head.“It is,” she insists mournfully. “We wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t so clumsy. Or I suppose that I would be here – but you wouldn’t. I’m such an idiot,” she moans, putting her head in her free hand.“And where would I be?” You gesture towards the door. “Back in my seat, right? Having some guy play the world’s longest and most spastic drum solo on the back of my seat for the next three hours? All things.