"I could feel him curl his fingers inside. I couldn't resist, the urge was too great, and I let go of my excitement that was bottled up inside."Oh God... Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! Uhm!" That's a good girl, you like cumming for daddy, don't you?"Words couldn't escape my mouth, so I settled for a nod of my head. I barely knew this man, but I knew I needed him. I had never felt such love, such passion.He got on top of me. I knew what was about to happen, and I was anxiously awaiting the moment I could feel. ...I.......you're touching....." "Sorry Sis........I didn't know.....you look so ........." Just as quickly they both stop. Her hand on her slit trying to cover herself yet her fingers tickle her little fuck hole as her brother continues to jack himself thou his jeans. "Sis I'm sorry. Don't get angry. It's OK. I do the same............" Her eyes move to his. "What? Do what? You shouldn't.... you weren't suppose to be home. What do you mean you do the same thing?" Moving towards her his. They’re upstairs having a pint now. He assured me that these guys were rotten tossers, though; and I have learned to trust his judgment on the subject of rotten tossers. Plus, I DID promise you a suicide charge in return. Except this one was just to disarm you and get that helmet off your head if they had to use a blowtorch. So, I guess I HAVE sunk to your level now.” She thought for a long puff. “I wouldn’t call that a victory if I were you. I’ve sunk lower, and I will again.”“But how’d you. I slipped them on as it was getting colder and trudged downstairs. I stood in the kitchen with my new long blonde hair around my shoulders and my dressing gown done up tight! “Hi sweetness your usual breakfasts ready, sit down.” “I’m not hungry” I said. “Sit Down” he shouted. I did. I hated him but could see how he was manipulative and had my Mum eating out of his hand. He had always insisted I eat all my breakfast even when Jasmine didn’t, he was a bully to me. “Where’s Jasmine and Mum” I.