She leaned over him, kissing him, trembling in her orgasmic delight. She squealed into his kiss while I enjoyed his cock in me. I clenched around him,...breathing in the tart musk of her pussy juices. They must be squirting out of her thighs.Then I seized her black hair and ripped her mouth from our brother. I stared into my sister-wife's eyes. I grinned at her and then kissed her. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting Clint on her lips. She kept moaning and squealing, her orgasm rippling. "I know."Her eyes opened, but something in my gaze made her stop. Her fingers reluctantly left my cock and she frowned. "Stop thinking so much." I can't help it," I said. It would have been useless to argue with her. Monica knew me well enough to know the truth. The truth was, summer was long gone, and we hadn't seen each other for months. I'd been so busy in December I hadn't come home for Christmas, and by the time I was able to visit I was already seeing someone else. It wasn't serious, but. That's what shorts and short skirts are for if you think about it. Maybe I should have worn the skirt this morning instead of the white shorts. I snuck a 'corner of the eye' peek at the fit of those faded denim jeans of his too. Not so much the legs either. Damn.So, I wanted to say, "would you like to take me to your room and ravish me?" Instead, I said, "Annabelle. Anna." Hi, Annabelle Anna." Just Anna."He smiled and said nothing."You knew that," I nearly whispered.He looked me straight in the. "Corvus leaned forward, popped the top of the refrigerator and looked down into it. "Does bottled water count as 'stocked?'" Only if the water's at least forty proof." Crispa popped open her clutch and, after a moment's sorting, extracted a sleek gold case and matching lighter. Corvus pressed a button to activate the car's reverse ventilators, which hummed to life. The thin black cigarette she extracted and lit smelled like it was mostly marijuana if there was any tobacco in it at all. She took.