And then she swallowed. She made a gulping sound in her throat and then opened her mouth to show me that it was empty. She giggled with pride as her...hand continued to stroke my cock which was dripping the last of my cum onto her naked thighs.I stroked my daughter's hair, unable to speak. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered to me. "Was that okay?" I nodded vigorously, still unable to form coherent speech. She smiled broadly and added, "You taste good." Groaning, I bent over and pressed my. "Mom, I, uh ---" I smiled. I could see that he was red-faced and embarrassed. He looked at me, a look of terror on his face. Then, he seemed to notice that my hand was in my pants, and that my fingers were moving. "Tommy, it's OK," I said, my voice betraying my sexual excitement. "It's OK, baby, you can play with yourself. There's nothing to be ashamed of." He watched my hand moving in my shorts --- he didn't look anywhere else, until his eyes slowly moved up from my shorts to my tits, and then. Mom never got any more k**s than me. Until I was 10 years I hardly never met Jenny and Brian so I always referred to them as my "half siblings". But as the years went by I established better contact with both my dad and my "half siblings". As we all got older the difference in maturity and all of that got smaller and we all started to enjoy hanging out with each other as really good friends. I think I was about 23 when I started to realize that my sister Jenny, at then 15 years of age was. Go. Go. Go."Whitney and I ran for the ropes. I always hated this, but Whitney reached and grabbed the first rope and I leapt for the second so she didn't get ahead of me. I'm her disciple? What the fuck?Two thick ropes hang side-by-side from the rafters of the gym. In Phys Ed, you have to show that you can get up the rope. You can shimmy, scoot, or climb any way you want. There were grade tapes marked off at ten foot intervals with the 'A' and a bell on the beam forty feet up. We both knew what.