“Look up the entire time, and when I’m done clean me.” It clicked. Beth tried to pull away but Sarah was holding her hair in place holding her h...ad back. Steph’s thighs were resting on Beth’s ears preventing her from turning and her pussy was almost an inch from Beth’s mouth as she tried to scream. Beth could see Sarah smiling slightly above her face and the video camera filming this final humiliation. Steph sighed as her pussy open and a strong stream of clear piss was released steadily into. She knew what she was doing. But then it happened. She accidentally or purposely brushed over the underside of my softening penis head. This was like a bolt of lightening from nowhere. He immediately regained his stature and started to throb. I heard her murmur with approval and eventually she relented by grabbing my balls and started to massage them like only a woman knows how. I reacted by raising my torso and unknowingly gave her even more space to manoeuvre her hand onto my full erection.. They were never “step” siblings, always called as brother or sister, but not step. It all was so loving and fun filled, it was almost perfect. The next two years were pretty much repeats of the previous, except my kids never did move away again, instead, living in a town about 20 miles away. This is where the story turns from a story of two families together, into more of the interaction of KB and myself.It was the April before she turned 14, we had had two major snow storms in two weeks,. Then she gave another of her introvert smiles. “Like this, you mean?” she said.Her hands left her pussy, but roamed swiftly up to her breasts. She cupped them, jiggling a little, then let her fingers slide over the bulging fruits. The nipples had a slight swell to them. “Do you want some of this?” she asked.There was absolutely no titillation to speak of. She was smiling, treating the whole thing as a joke. Nevertheless Ben said, “You’ve got the idea. Keep going!”Gina slid her hands over her.