She had been pretty up front about it. All you were getting was this cake. You were fine with that, of course, but there was a part of you that couldn...t help but be disappointed.You make your wish, blow out the candles, cut the cake, and resume talking at length with your family members.Elizabeth, or Lizzie as your aunt called her, is your mother. Five foot eight, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a sweet smile, she had been a rock for you and your sister ever since your dad just up and left. The. So when we retired that evening, Vicky passed through my room into my sister’s room, and started to unpack her overnight bag. While she was doing that, we chitchatted about schools, music, the usual topics teenagers talk about. As I usually do, I dimmed all the lights except for the reading light next to my bed. We started to get into a good conversation. As I looked up, Vicky was laying down on my sister’s bed. I asked her if she was tired, but she said that she was not. It was just more. I had been so mean to my cousin—no, remember, she was my half-sister—and I had to make it up to her. “Oh, god, you little slut,” hissed Aunt Cheryl. “My fucking niece is a budding dyke. Oh, god, yes!”A new flood of juices poured into my mouth, delicious, spicy pussy cream. It was so much better than piss yet didn't make my cunt as hot. I drank it down, reveling that I made my aunt cum for the cameras. Everyone at school would know once Clint showed this video off. Shit.“Your turn, baby girl,”. Unfortunately we never got to go as our baby sitter phoned after the show we had gone to watch had finished wondering when we were getting back and I had gone without a jacket and we were both getting cold. I made love to her that night when we got back and again in the morning. I stayed over last night too and again when we went to bed I had sex with her.I know you don't wish to hear about how many times I had sex with my wife but trust me this is leading up to something. This morning she had.