“I don’t know,” Phoenix said with a nervous smile, placing her hand over his, stopping him yet allowing their fingers to intertwine, “What do ...ou want to do?” Brad moved closer to Phoenix on the bed, leaning down and kissed her bare shoulder. Phoenix, who was lying on her back, now turned to her side to face him. She smiled and looked into his blue eyes. It was then she knew she was hooked, whatever was to happen, she knew she wanted it to, no matter the final outcome. Brad moved even closer. Her gasp and scream at finally feeling him all in was muffled against his lips.He began moving in an intense pattern, each of his thrusts deeper than the one before. She was wet and hot, she thought as she gasped with each thrust begging for more and moaning at every move he made. God she thought, he was so damn good at this. She gripped his ass in her hands as she helped him push in and out. She could feel he was fighting for control over his own orgasm and she silently urged him to continue. . The next thing I knew we were turning into our drive at home - and the weekend was over.That weekend had been a watershed in the lives of both Abi and myself. The week before, we had both been relatively naïve sisters, unaware of the other's sexuality, and largely unaware of our own. We'd been aware our parents still enjoyed an active sex life but had no idea just how enthusiastic our mother was, or quite how broadminded! But now our newfound pleasures were rarely far from our minds.. Because it was not Kathleen he saw now, or even Lydia, it was the girl from the street on Thursday, the dead girl, run down in broad daylight but now, suddenly, miraculously alive and leading him on a chase down dark streets and strange alleyways, a chase across an open lot filled with gravel and broken glass, a chase after a dream or an illusion or a madness that he was unwilling to abandon. The girl was fast and she never seemed to tire, but he was in sound shape and a regular runner until.