I WARN YOU THIS TYPE OF RELATIONS ARE PROHIBITED AND ARE FAR AWAY FROM THE REAL LIFE. ALL THE INCIDENTS AND ARE FICTITIOUS.THIS IS INTENDED TO ONLY PE...PLE WHO ARE ABOVE 22 YEARS. THE FOLLOWING FICTITIOUS STORY CONSISTS OF EXPLICITLY INCESTUOUS STORY. ANY PERSON WHO IS SENSITIVE OF FAMILY RELATIONS AND BELIEVE IN MORALS DO NOT READ THIS KEEP AWAY.THE READERS WHO ARE READING THIS SHOULD READ THIS AT THEIR OWN RISK. NEITHER THE AUTHOR NOR THE PUBLISHERS WILL BE RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING. Subadra. Ohhhhhh ... Ohhhhhh, I love you so much!”Because of her belly she could only rest with her hands on his chest, her hips still twitching, and her pussy rippling as she kissed him.He let her catch her breath, while he put his forearms up, pushing so that her shoulders would hold her weight, instead of her belly. Her head hung, and her hair got in his face. Finally she sat back up, but didn’t move. She had done this before ... just sitting, impaled. He eventually went soft, if she didn’t move, but. I should have known. So, the day continued, and I went over to mom and dad’s house to get my bags and tell them I would make sure she was safe and sound. Got the compulsory hugs, etc. and the order to call if we needed anything. I told them I would and headed out for the truck to head back over to stepsister’s apartment. This had all happened so fast, I think I was still in a bit of daze. But I was not going to screw up this opportunity with her.When I get back over to her apartment, I saw. I had to contort my limbs into strange angles to zip it up the back. I wiggled my hips, my thong buried in my butt-crack.At least I could be sexy beneath my clothes. Mom would have no idea. “Sky!” Mom shouted, from downstairs. “I thought you said you were dressed.”“Yes, yes, I'm coming,” I shouted and did the little fastener up. I walked past my dresser, my reflection flashing in the mirror and—I whirled to stare at it. “Could have sworn...” But it was just me, my platinum-blonde hair spilling.