‘It should have been you!’ she screamed as she glared at the soulless reflection and stormed out of the bathroom not before throwing a can of hair...pray at the mirror sending thousands of shards imprinted with Blackie’s pained expression scattered across the bathroom. Back in her studio she noticed the light flashing on her answering machine as she searched for a pack of matches. Playing back the messages, two from Marco and one from someone trying to sell her a timeshare, she decided she had. The guilt that I had felt weeks ago had faded. At the time I thought that Rachel just never had to know. I jacked off to the video on my iPod nearly every night. And every night that passed, my lust for my sister Rachel only grew stronger. I wanted her. I needed her. I had never had sex in my life, and I wanted desperately for Rachel to be my first. Practically every minute of the day I spent thinking dirty thoughts about my lovely sister. The following Saturday Rachel returned home. As I got. She pushed back hard this time, and nice loud moan came out of her. Finally, I slid her panties down, and holy hell was she wet!!!! Her lips were almost dripping. Her clit had her juices on hit. I wanted to just slam my cock into her, but I held back. I wanted to play a little more. I lightly traced her lips with my fingers up to her anus and then back down. I rubbed her clit again, this time with more pressure and longer. She was quite vocal at this point. I grabbed the lube, and put some on. He stroked it a few times and it grew hard and red. The veins on his cock were bright purple. His face and chest were beet red. His eyes devoured Joan. He said, let's move to the bed. He took Joan by the hand and sat her on the edge of the bed. He knelt between Joan's legs. Joan began making humping movements with her bald cunt. Tony caressed her thighs moving toward her cunt. He lowered his mouth to her cunt. His tongue slid up and down her slit from rosebud to clit. At her very engorged clit,.