His eyes, which were a perfect, striking green, unlike my dull dark green eyes were shining with happiness. "Matthew!" I screamed, throwing my arms ar...und his neck. He responded immediately, circling his arms around my waist and lifting my slightly from the floor. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent. "I've missed you," I murmured into his skin. It was true. Even though as kids we'd had the typical 'we-hate-each-other' sibling relationship, as we'd gotten into our teens, and after. " "You have to make your move. What's the hold up? Don't you want to fuck him?" "It feel a little awkawrd that he's screwing my mom. I mean, I'd be suckig a cock that's been inside my own mother. Wouldn't that make you feel a bit...." "He washes his cock. I don't understnad the hang up. Trust me it woth it to get that huge cock iinside you. I promise that it will alter your way of thinking forever." "What if he doesn't want to do it with me? What will I look like?" "Listen to me, Nick is a. With asses presented to the men, we bow our heads in submission. My mate moves in behind her as the other claims me. They plow into us, with coordinated efforts, and the fucking starts. Even amidst the squeals of passion, we can hear their cum-filled balls smacking against our skin.I seek out her green eyes and we share an understanding of hunger. Two pussies stretched, stroked by thick dicks, being pounded over and over again. My fuck-boy spanks my ass, pleasantly surprising me. My mate joins. "I thought I might find you here. The feast begins soon and your sisters would appreciate you stand for the prayer." I will join them soon, Mother," you say.You study the face of the stern woman who has raised you and trained you and the other sisters for more than a decade. Her eyes are gray and deeply set. Her smile is grim, though it may only seem so because of the wide scar that interrupts her lips. Her tightly braided hair is as severe as her battle-scarred face. Yet, you can see she was.