It is that connection that drove us to save us.+++When we first met, we barely realised the other was in the room. It was a quick introduction and the... we carried on our own discussions with our own crowds. However, the following day I could have sworn I had said or done something wrong or I had started something but not finished it. Whatever it was, I just could not put my finger on it. Summer passed and I went off to start a postgraduate course and Lisa went to a different university to start. George rubbed his thigh repeatedly and nervously looking at Demetri over his glasses, still thinking this was too strange to be true. ‘How do you know this is all real? I mean you might be hallucinating when your imagination has taken over. Maybe Alexis has done something to you and has some weird power over you, altering your mind in some way.’ Demetri rolled up his sleeves saying, ‘Look at my arms George.’ There were scattered patches of hairlessness as he explained they were evidence of. I chose to allow the physical contact between Michael and myself. I knew it was wrong. I knew as his older stepsister, it was my responsibility to control these events. I am merely telling you what I did without reflecting upon what I should have done. I arched my back and pushed my pelvis forward, letting my stepbrother know that I approved of this contact. I continued to moan as Michael’s fingers explored the damp, cotton patch that separated him from my now erect clitoris. “Oh my god,” I. His lips, nose and chin were coated in my own juices.I arched forward and kissed him, wrapping my arms behind his head.I tasted the tangy sweetness of my essence as his tongue pushed into my mouth with renewed vigor.Then he started easing his cock in and out of me.I felt the inner walls of my pussy stretch and milk his cock as he sawed in and out, setting off every nerve inside me like an erotic firework.“Oh God..!” I cried out. I embraced my son, clinging tight against the feeling that I so.