”“Becky who?“Becky Finklestein, Greg. Remember?”“What!?” I screamed. “No, fuck that! That crazy little bitch got herself into trouble, a...d I don’t care if she got out or if they keep her locked up for life!”“Fine,” Courtney said. “I’ll go alone!” and she stormed out of the house as I followed.“That girl is unstable, she’ll break your heart,” my mom said from the kitchen.I had know idea how right she was.I saw Courtney at school on Monday. “How was Becky?” I asked. I didn’t really care, but I. Neither of us has spoken about the incident. So now here I am standing in my sister’s room. Today I fulfill my desire. I look around noticing everything..I’ve been in here before with her but never alone, not like this. I walk over to her closet and open it to reveal my sisters clothes…oh the smells and the colors..I reach down and squeeze my hardness..easy…calm down…I know exactly what I want to wear, my s*s has a beautiful deep purple satin dress and I grab the hangar it’s on. I lay it on. He finally made her beg to be seeded, and she did. ‘Fuck me harder. Make me cum again, you filthy bastard’ She screamed. The face of the old man contorted and he lunged forward, lifting Anita`s legs off the ground as he pumped his semen into her. My wife screamed as another orgasm wracked her body. He pumped and pumped until he pulled back and then lay on the ground. My wife rolled onto the floor with her legs wide open. Her pussy was a huge gaping hole. It was red and swollen and oozing cum. . I was the youngest of three, and my brother and sister had been born during the war when Daddy was away in the forces, whereas I was born four years after he came home from India, and I was therefore his favourite.The next morning we mixed up the sugar soap, found sponges and sc****rs, and set to stripping the old wallpaper. Before the days of steamers this was a messy and laborious job, but by three o'clock in the afternoon we had finished. We were very dirty and disheveled, covered in dust.