I kissed my brother on the mouth, my pussy sliding up his hard dick. I didn’t need foreplay. Not listening to him with Ava while masturbating myself... My sticky fingers stroked his whiskered cheeks, smearing my musk on him.I groaned, feeling his cock nudging at the entrance to my pussy. I grinned, wiggling back and sliding my pussy down his cock. I loved the incestuous union of our body. He grunted into our kiss, his strong hands grabbing my ass.“Sister dear,” he groaned as I rose on him,. Suddenly, my computing brain being free to process all its input, everything came back at once. My sight got saturated almost to a white-out by processing what I had seen but ignored for the last little bit. All the backed up touch — the self-caresses from a few seconds ago — came in all at once and made me feel like I was being touched all over at once. Even my smell came back and gave me every single scent that I normally picked up but all within a single millisecond.It was luck that I was. We discussed the plans and Sally Anne said that I must do whatever she wanted and in return she would dress and act as I desired. Knowing what Sally Anne had got me to do so far left me eager with anticipation.The Friday of our departure finally arrived and I got home from work early and was met by Sally Anne at the door who gave me a wonderful kiss. "I have packed the car so all that is to be done is to shower and change and we were off," she said.I went upstairs followed by Sally Anne,. ” “I had no idea…”“What! That I have feelings? That I can be hurt?”“No, stupid. That I mean that much to you. I had no idea I'd be missed. You never said a fucking thing, it was all like ‘You can’t come? Oh. Okay. No prob’.”“Well pardon me! I don’t twist arms. If you’d wanted to you’d’ve been there. It was always up to you.” Tears welled up. “Of course I bloody missed you. Tough shit now. Water under the bridge. Go away so I can get back to bed.” There was a long pause. “Can I have a glass of.