Aside of the boy cowered his younger sister Victoria who, like her brother, wore a costly coat with a hint of colour that Victor’s coat lacked and a...matching pair of earmuffs. Frightened by the fight, she had found herself partaking in, the short girl hid behind the cover made from packed snow and shivered as she shrunk herself closing their eyes tightly shut not wanting anything to do with the conflict.Opposing the siblings on the other end of the garden was Victoria’s mirror. Her twin brother. That’s when it really started. After that, me and my dad started talking more, andholding hands sometimes, but we kept that dad-daughterdynamic still. Even when, eventually, he took myvirginity, before I turned 15, and we kept fucking, itwas more for relief and fun than for any romanticreason. I still slept in my room, and he in his, andwe’d get on the same bed only to fuck or play around,and we both saw nothing wrong with it. Several years later, I found myself at 21, stillfucking. Her pussy was smooth as silk and hot. It was surprisingly tight and wet. Once she was down on my shaft taking me all inside her she began to rock back and forth on me. Her hands on my chest she rocked slowly then moved faster and faster as if she intended to snap my dick off. I reached up and grabbed her tits and squeezed. She threw her head back and moaned. “Uhhhhhhh! Yeah. Yeah baby.” Her tits were soft and thick. I wished I could fit them in my hand but my hands though big were no. His kiss was sweet too. Tasted like candy. I bet he had a piece before coming over here to wet my panties. And they were so wet. The more we kissed the wetter they got. The wetter they got, the more turned on I was and I just got hornier, and hornier. By the time the music stopped we were still making out on the dance floor and although everyone was moving toward the exit doors, we stayed put. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss. “I think the club is closing down,” I whispered to him. “It doesn’t.