“Yeah bitch, gimme that throat. Gimme your fucking throat!” Jack growled as Sloane’s pussy grew wetter.The girl let out a loud gasp and gulped i... air.“I’m trying Daddy, I’m trying.” The girl begged again.“Take your fucking pants off. I want your cunt.” Jack ordered.Again, the frantic rustling sounds that Sloane presumed were clothing. Then, the low moans of female pleasure.“Oh Daddy. Oh Daddy, your cock is so big! Fuck, you’re in so deep!” She cried out.“Move your ass girl. Move it. Give Daddy. ..her friend J’Arnie was right... accessible cock under a teen girl’s roof 24/7 shouldn’t be contraband.Ms Jones had to suck off Jonesy ball sack. Her brother was groaning vociferously now, especially once her long nails scratched over his perineum ...it was paradise and hell in the same instance...he had to have more ...yet it was overly intense...it was too sensitive ... yet Lucy layered the snaring pleasure...till the prick begged her to stop...“Oh fuck you, you slut...careful...I want. The person who'd been destined to be my wife... the mother of my children... the... Except that I just happened to be her brother.That, at eighteen, I was four years younger than her.That she was married to someone else.That we hadn't said twenty kind words to each other in four years... Most people would probably blame our estrangement on the afternoon four years ago when she'd arrived home unexpectedly and found me sitting on her bed with one of her bras around my neck while I was stroking. He was older, which is better for this scenario. Because rape is all about power, after all. And who wants to lose power to a peer? Its demoralizing and thats not sexy. Also he was semi-attractive. Or attractive enough to do what I wanted him to do, anyway. We e-mailed back and forth a few times. I never spoke to him on the phone. I didnt want to become too friendly. I planned it out and he agreed to follow the rules. He told me I was hot and seemed pathetically grateful that I was willing to.