My pants were on the floor. I was wearing a tee-shirt and boxers with Cara’s panties hidden under the mattress. Cara and I were family, even if we ...eren’t relatives. Her dad had married my aunt when we were both kids. She was almost four years younger than me and everyone thought it was funny that she had a little crush when we were growing up. But nobody would have approved of any real romantic relationship.Upstairs, I could hear my aunt and her husband moving around. I quickly put on my. They lingered. One hand went down and gave her butt a quick squeeze. Jack was wearing a nice shirt and linen shorts. It was easy to see he was half-hard after hugging Kelly. Deb came bouncing out of the kitchen. She was wearing a yellow sheer top, not fancy, closer to a swimsuit cover. On the bottom, she had on a pair of nylon shorty-shorts that clung to her butt. I could easily see her D-cup boobs topped by hard nipples that looked like pencil erasers. She was barefoot. Deb had shoulder-length. But the most painful was when he went in full.He kept thrusting me and he kept doing it the pain became lesser and lesser and I too joined him. He kept fucking my ass for sometime and then he took my pussy from behind. The hot water from shower was falling on us and he was pumping me from back in standing position. We turned to each other hugged each other and he continued drilling my pussy. I was moaning with my mouth open and he kept kissing me in between. He increased the pumping and he let. They're not the only ones I like either." I put my hand on her jeans and momentarily squeezed her leg. Mom had turned around at our voices, and smiled at us.She turned to Dad and said, "They really do get along well."Dad just nodded. I thought it was a bit of a funny comment as we'd been getting along well for months, and extremely well for weeks, so it didn't deserve a comment now. But who understands mothers?Andrew opened the door as we approached, and shepherded us into the dining room..