Anoverstuffed red and brown plaid chair sat to one side of the couch and abrown leather wingback chair on the opposite. A burgundy, blue and green rag...ug sat under a coffee table which was a match for the end tables down toits own doily and a larger crystal vase with a dozen silk roses. Lacedoilies draped over the arms and at each headrest of the chairs and couch.The room's centerpiece was a large brick fireplace opposite the couch with amenorah prominently displayed on the mantel."Nice digs,". ...."Donald began to pump his cock in and out of his sister's cunt, the eroticism and naughtiness of the situation exciting him even further, and in his mind he could only see her as his sister, and he was fucking her, fucking her hard.Her legs wound around his waist, pulling her closer into her, wanting every bit of him she could get. The world was swirling around her head and she was moaning incoherently to him, saying things no sister would say to her brother. And then they were both. His face was an expression of curiosity and it was almost boyish. He seemed like he was enjoying the opportunity to get a good look at my pussy and of course the fact that he could do whatever he pleased with it. “Where’s my carrier bag?” he asked behind him. And someone threw a bag onto the bed beside him. He reached inside and pulled out a massive dildo. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude, I even have a large dildo myself, but this thing was humungous and it scared me. He looked excited he. Then I took her virginity right there on the very same spot that I had lost mine with her mother a while before. I could not believe how nice her tight pussy felt on my hard cock. It too was a perfect fit but just tighter. The friction was unbelievable and I came much quicker than I wanted too…but then again I could fuck her as often as I wanted too, with her parent’s permission. I rolled off to her side rolling her with me. We were connected at the crotch for a few minutes until I had softened.