One small hand clutched at the back of my head and pressed it down so that her lips were near my ear. "Fuck me, Jack! Shove that big, beautiful cock i...to my tight little pussy! Fuck your little sister, Jack. Can you feel how juicy my brother's cock makes me?"Her quickly whispered words enflamed me and I began to fuck her with a mounting rhythm. Her tiny body clung to me as I pounded in and out of her young cunt.Fuck, she felt good!The sound of our flesh slapping together mixed with a liquid. She was fixated on her mother’s soothing voice, her oddly dirty talk, and her wide-eyed gaze, locked onto her own eyes. Brie felt a close connection in that moment, and trusted her mom implicitly.“Okay, mom,” she swallowed. Warrick glanced back in the rearview mirror at his daughter, one eyebrow raised.Hazel smiled warmly. “Okay Brie, first let’s take off your shirt and gown.”Brie felt like she should protest. “But mom, I’ll be naked! In public!”“Don’t worry about that. We’re in our car. We can. The school had sprung for a couple of new buses a couple of years ago when our team looked like it would go all the way to the championships and they got a lot of donations. Rather than the traditional yellow school bus, we had a couple that looked like Greyhound buses only they were painted scarlet and had "Jackals" in big gold letters on the sides. Yeah, some idiot named our team the Jackals way back when. We didn't have any Indian rights people after us but every once in a while some. I lift H by the shoulders removing her shirt and lacy black bra, as she removes my belt. My cross necklace swings forward and bumps her skin."Take that thing off. I can't fuck you when you are wearing a cross, it makes feel like a sinner. And I am not even religious," H requests.I reply, "Ok, no biggy," while I remove the cross.I now start kissing and licking my way down H’s body from ear to navel. I take my time and try to touch her the way she wants. I really like that H will guide my efforts.