A line from a song drifted into my head: "You always loved this time of year".Well, not quite.Actually, a lot of the time, she hated it. It meant the ...nd of sunny days and warm endless evenings with the heady perfume of late summer flowers.But she did love the leaves.It was the colours, I think. All those bright reds and oranges, twisting and twirling as the breeze wafted through the trees. They were warm colours, nature's last hurrah before the cold really took hold.And, of course, they were. . I nudged my cock towards her open mouth and I shot my load over her face and lips ... she sucked on it too, draining the last drop out of my cock; her half-brother grunted "I'm gonna shot my fucking load, watch out!" ... he then proceded to spurt what seemed oceans of cum all over her neck and throat; I to was showered by his cum, which seemed quite a turn-on, he shoved his cock into his sister's cum-splattered mouth and she sucked on it like a wanton whore ... She spoke "Fuck your sister's. I couldn’t believe my ears. I cried like I never cried before. My mother was the only person I had every been close to. My father was never there after I turned about three or four. Shit, shit, shit. Kevin grabbed me and held me close to his 6 foot frame. He cried, I cried, we cried together. Because he was so much taller than me, his tears flowed onto my shoulders. At 5'0", my face was buried into his chest. Even though he was really close to my age, he was the only male figure that. Darla's hand soon guided his cock to her waiting pussy, as Pierre entered her slowly at first with deep long penetrating strokes, slowly picking up speed, with each stroke deeper harder than the last. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. Pulling him into her, meeting each stroke with a passion to match his. They quickly came together with such a joy and passion as his body and her's had not recently known.On that first night of making love to her new boyfriend Darla came with such a force.