I was confused.In the days and then weeks that followed our last unplanned and largely uncontrolled sexual encounter, my sister and I had both pulled ...ack a little. There was no emotional "badness" connected with this; we did it comfortably, without conscious decision as we had done in some reflexive manner several times in the past. There was something almost moth-and-flame-like in our behaviors. Perhaps governed more by our hind brains, we were pulled toward each other, longing, and in some. I informed her that AK was wanting anal. Her response .... mmmmm. I then gave her the orders. You're only allowed to give him a BJ. That's it! I want pictures of his cock in your mouth, understood? Her response ... Yes sir.I had driven out to the bar they were meeting in and was waiting in the parking lot. I watched them as they walked out together. It was so hot watching her knowing she would be sucking him before long! I wondered where they would go: her car? his car? would they get a room. He asked me if I was okay. I told him I was, but truth be known I was horrified. Not just for the baby this girl had terminated, either. I was supposed to have been treated that way.My dad had told me so.Chuck tended to me the best he could, brought me Coke with ice, brought me some Pepto; I thanked him, and put on a mask of okay-ness, and left for home.I was so pissed at my father, now that I had put together the true meaning behind those hateful words.I stewed in my anger for a few days,. Barely able to speak, she begs him to cum, begged her dear lover to take her, to claim her. To make her his, as she always had been and always intended to be. John knew her feelings; he has much the same ones. This woman before him so incredible, so full of passion, intelligence and beauty. His angel. His orgasm had become uncontrollable. Jane was cresting. His touch was making her body tremble, there was no stopping it. John’s testicles swollen and full, slapped against her. Finally, reaching.