We were half brother and sister. How could this be? How could this possibly happen? When we were eighteen years old we demanded to know the truth fro... our parents. My Mama told me that Charles’s father, Emmet Tate, had been a few years older than she and seduced by his charm and good looks and wealth. And they both swore never to let the truth be told to me and Paul for they didn’t think we’d become childhood sweethearts instead of just being friends. When Charles and I met up at the bench. Well one night me and those same bad influential friends were hitting the clubs but nothing was going on because it was a week night and I was buzzing a good bit after a few drinks so it was maybe about 1am and we were about to split up and head to our different homes but I still had that itch that I could not scratch myself and guys know what I mean so I call her and wake her up because she had to work the next day and be there at 7am but like I said I was little intoxicated so I asked to come. Tears started falling from her eyes, and he heard her sniff – but still, she said nothing. Eric bent and whispered in her ear, “Oh Elena my slut, don’t cry. I haven’t finished yet.” Elena wanted desperately to use her safe word. Her mind screamed ‘Harbor!’, but she couldn’t. She had promised this man she would be a willing slave – that he could do whatever he wished. She couldn’t turn back and disappoint him. Eric returned to his bag and pulled out a few more “toys”. Without ceremony, he. . and now he's all the way in. He's kissing my neck and cupping my breasts."Oh shit, yeah," said Dad, and in the background Daughter was doing her squeaky orgasm chant, she was cumming again.Chris straightened and grabbed his mother's lush hips. He began to move his hips slowly at first and then faster and faster, banging hard into his mom's ass.Heather loved it when Chris fucked her like this. As his groin slammed into her ass, a shock wave traveled through her body to tickle her clit, and of.