. . . nothing. 2. . . . . nothing. 3. . . . . nothing. 4. . . . . . nothing. 5. . . . . . nothing. 6. . . . . . nothing. 7. . . . . . nothing. 8. ..... . . . nothing. 9. . . . . . nothing. 10. . . . . nothing. 11. . . . . nothing. 12. . . . . nothing. 13. . . . . . . She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, causing the fine hairs there to stand on edge. ‘Please.’ She whispered quietly, begging some other deity for help in the situation. ‘Hush now pet.’ The voice said, now in front. “I’m sorry. Tell you what, I’ll come visit next Christmas.”Jessi’s eyes dazzled. “Really?”“Ya.”“Yay.” Jessi snuggled her face in between Miranda’s breasts.“Hey, that tickles,” Miranda muttered.Jessi peeked up at Miranda. Miranda raised an eyebrow. Jessi moved her hands up to her boobs and squeezed them.Miranda's lips parted. “Jessi?”“Can’t I? I won’t do anything else.”Miranda frowned. “I guess…it’s okay.”Jessi massaged both cups with her strong hands. Miranda gulped. She snuck a glimpse to the. I nodded my head yes and spoke, "That would do the trick, I think." Well, I was a couple years younger than you, nineteen, I had my birthday a month before this took place. Momma was visiting aunt Ellen who was nearly due with your cousin Jack. Mom was staying until after the baby was born 'cause Uncle Fred was in the service overseas, in the Navy on a minesweeper ship. So it was just daddy and me at home. I was always wondering what made mother cry-out so intensely when she and pop were making. Well, until the feel of her face pressed against my boobs turned me on to the point where I felt a fantasy start to form within me. I tried to fight it, knowing how wrong it would be given the current situation. Unfortunately, I was unable to keep my perverse thoughts trapped inside my unconscious mind. Fuck&hellip, was all I had time to think before the fantasy took hold of me. No longer bound by the laws of reality, I acted upon the incestuous urges that filled me. Unwrapping my arms from.