You wouldn’t believe how excited I got when I saw you in there.” She looked up at me, all big blue eyes. “But then you’ve always made me wet, ... just kept it secret until now. Now all I can think about is what it would be like to take you into my room and have you fuck me silly.”How could this be my little sister? Maybe I should have said something like, ‘Jesus, Sam, you’re my sister. You shouldn’t be talking like that.’ But instead I just went in my room and shut the door. I lay on my bed. By then, statistics tell us, most of us have married at least once, and had at least one child, and right smart of that number have divorced, many of those having already entered into second marriages. Not so with us. I was in a long-term relationship, one which began in middle school and ran until well past college. My lady-friend dropped the bomb on me one day, the I-need-some-space-for-a-few-months prelude to never seeing someone again. I knew I wouldn’t, and I didn’t. I was twenty-five,. "Did I hurt you love?" She shook her head, slowing beginning to move her hips against him."Not at all, now, fuck me hard Dreak, make me yours."Smiling with that hint of fang, Dreak drew back, almost pulling out completely, then slammed back into her so hard, Sin was sure there would be an impresstion of her ass in the ground."Fuck yes, harder Dreak harder!"Dreak pushed himself on to his hands, gripping grass, as he worked his hips hard and fast, pounding away at Sin's beautiful, wet, pussy. She. ‘Do you think I’ll ever see her again, Joey?’ ‘I don’t know…the doctors haven’t given her a lot of time. A month, maybe more.’ ‘Shit.’ She bit her tongue, half expecting her husband’s large hand to come stinging down on her backside. ‘He’s trained me well,’ she thought distantly, every time she swore, when they weren’t close enough to anything he could use as a real punishment, he’d pull her over his knee and give her a dozen good, hard swats. She’d stopped swearing completely after the third.