. that is, ... family history of your mother and more especially of your father?" If you mean, do I know that the father named on my birth certificate...is not my biological father, yes," she replied, "My mother told me that years ago, when I was about nine or ten, but I have no idea who my real father is. My mother would never tell me, but she insisted I was conceived in love before she met her husband, and I know that the Professor was married to my mother before I was born. There had been some. Thank god. I deleted my browsing history and tried to think of what to say to her if she asked anymore questions. We had both just turned eighteen so it wasn't like it wasn't completely twisted, but it was still incest. But something about incest drove me crazy, and my sister was so beautiful. Unlike Abby my twin sister had developed nicely. With an ass that looked amazing in tights and jeans, and a chest that produced gorgeous cleavage in almost all the shirts she wore. My sister didn't come. You sit on my waist, you can see the wetness on my face. I try to touch you, but you push my hands away, not letting me touch you. You take off your time and wrap it around my wrist and tie my one hand to the bedpost. You take my other tie and tie my other hand up too… You start playing with your breast through my shirt, squeezing them until your nipples are poking through them. You play with your nipples all the while I am watching you… You start unbuttoning the shirt, slowing, until the last. From time to time I noticed that she would lick her upper lip then bite down on her lower one. She was the utmost of perfection. One the other hand Kelly sported a delicate pink robe. The gown, though it did cover most of her body, was entirely see-through. The fabric ended at her lower thighs, just above her knee. One could plainly see her milky white skin accented at her breasts. Small but elegant, they had a perfect tear drop form and were pronounced by cherry colored nipples, which stood.