Janet perked her head up and looked at her brother.“What’s this, now? Was my little brothermasturbating?” she asked in a sexy voice....BeforeJustin could react, she reached down under the sheetand took hold of his penis. Giving it a couplestrokes she said, “Well, well. Maybe his older sistercan help him out a bit.”She yanked the sheets down, revealing her brother,who was wearing only a pair of briefs that he’dpulled down to his knees. His cute, round ass. I thank you for sending along a pair of your freshly-worn panties with this letter; if you wish to know how they were put to use, please see the Stepdaddy blog post "Ambrosia" of January 17, 2011, or read my poem "Laundry Day" from The Treasury of Stepdaddy Verse.Your adorable little white panties, especially when scented (and flavored) by your own junior-high squishy bits, are an excellent accompaniment to a man's self-pleasure, be it mine or your Gramps'.Now to the advice:It is likely that. "We've been getting a lot — let's just say closer as a family for the past couple of months."This wasn't exactly how Kaycee remembered it, but she didn't want to get into the strange changes in the world just yet. "No, I mean the... squirting."Her dad looked genuinely puzzled. "What do you mean, honeybuns? You squirt all the time. Don't worry, we love it."Louis nodded. "Yeah, I love getting your warm juices all over my face. It makes me feel like I belong to you."This was too weird for Kaycee.. They glistened with her pussy juices and a hint of my cum. I licked my lips, my breasts rising and falling. My heart pounded in my chest as I came closer and closer.She wiggled those fingers at me. The heat billowed through me. I fell to my knees and sucked them into my mouth. My large tits, bigger than my mother’s, swayed. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked her tangy juices mixed with the salty flavor of my spunk.“You love that taste, don’t you?” purred Mom.“Of course she does,” Isadora groaned..