I smacked her in the face then shoved my cock down her throat and said "you like that cumrag sexslave cuntbitch"? All she did was cry so I smacked her...again and said "keep crying for me you fucking trampy cunt, I like hearing you sob when I fuck your mouth". "thank you for making me cry Sir,I like to cry" she said. Next I turned her around and shoved my cock right into her pussy and said "I'm your fucking husband now you slutty bitch, now you're married to your brother you fucking cunt". Emily. He blushed a brilliant redand ran off the court, covering himself as best as he could. When hereturned, he was quietly annoyed and even more determined to beat us.He'd put on his normal school bra instead, which was even smaller, morerevealing, and obviously unsuited to sports. He popped out again almost immediately, but this time only the top half ofone of his big, pink nipples was visible and he didn't notice.We didn't tell him either.We were going for an early score when Mark, playing. Our parents never really pushed us to be tight with each other, it really more or less just developed that way. Of course, there were differences, I played with little sports car models, Allie had her doll collection. But we almost always got along well together and rarely ever fought.That stayed true even into middle school and up into high school. Oh, we kidded each other, sometimes unmercifully, but never to the point of really hurting one another.We each had other friends, of course, even. At first she refused to look at the camera, but eventually agreed to give me sexy, smouldering looks and to pout her lovely red lips. There were three shots left to take. Mum was counting. I told her to sensually slip off both straps of her bra and sit on the bed. She looked terrific. For the penultimate photo, I asked her to undo her bra and to cup her breasts as though trying to keep them from falling out. Then came the last one. I told Mum to let the bra slip to the floor and to arch her.