She responded ‘Good morning!’ and the two kissed. ‘How’d you sleep?’ Butch asked. ‘Great! How about you?!’ Shannon responded. ‘Good.�... ‘You must’ve been tired! I’ve been up for a couple of hours!’ ‘Weed makes me crash hard. That’s why I usually only do it on weekends now.’ ‘Well I’m gonna keep doing it every day as long as I can get away with it!’ ‘You should, baby girl!’ ‘And I hope we’ll have lots of stoned sex!’ ‘We will, baby girl!’ At that, Shannon smiled and the two had a slow, open. It had only been a couple of hours since I’d last revealed her hot pink centre, but it still took my breath away. I nuzzled between her thighs and licked her all over. I French-kissed her fuck hole, dipping my tongue inside.“Mmm, you taste so good, babe,” I told her between licks. “Do you want a taste?” I coated my fingers in her pussy juice and slipped them in and out of her slowly, I didn’t want to go wild and make her cum just yet, I wanted her right on the edge.“Oh god, mmm, Faye. I don’t. Just close that door. I really don't want to hearMom's shit."I locked the door and watched as my sister light up another stinkyherbal cigarette.She asked, "What's up?"My sister had changed a lot in the past year. Even more than she didwhen she first discovered boys. When she left home she was a formercheerleader who made the honor roll every semester. She came home achain smoker that wore lots of black clothing and too much makeup with ahabit of staying out until 3am in the morning. Mom. ” she said, her voice trailing off before she finished her sentence, as if she wasn't sure to say it.“What did you have in mind?”“Jay”My son. I was surprised by my friends lewd suggestion. Amused too. “Oh, that's sick… but I like the way you're thinking”“Do you think you would get so drunk, or horny, that you'd be willing to have sex with your own son?”“I'm afraid I really might do just that… and probably enjoy it too”“No!”“Hey, I’m just being honest”I actually was being honest. More than once.