After jacking off while thinking about my sister my nuts would relax in total satisfaction but my cock would stay half hard until I slept it off. Some...imes my girlfriends’ cries of passion weren’t even enough to lure my thoughts from Shelby. Twice I asked a girl I was fucking if she could climax quietly; they tried, but couldn’t. I kind of missed my sister.I graduated, found a job nearer to home than my sister and settled into a routine life. Shelby and I would go to our parents for birthdays. It sounded like someone was trying to break in! Sara froze in fear until she heard Caleb’s voice from the other side. “Let me in Sara. Now.” The words were clear and distinct despite being said through a closed security door. Sara hurried over, her heart pounding and unlocked the bolts without hesitation. She started to draw it open, but no sooner had she cracked it than Caleb’s hand came through shoving it roughly open the rest of the way, forcing her to take a hopping step back. He came. Mom asked how I slept and I told her I slept just fine. It was hard to look directly at my parents and I avoided eye contact. While I sat across from Mom, eating my cereal, I couldn't help but recall the image of her with Dad's cock in her mouth. After finishing my breakfast, I took care of my dishes and went outside.Trying to avoid being obvious, I inspected the glider for traces of my parents' lovemaking. I noticed a small spot on the cushion and giggled, knowing what caused it.Cindy got to. I didn't know if I wanted to punch him or hug him, so I just gave him a nudge with my elbow as I tried to regain my composure before heading off to my drawing class.Art class was my one easy course, my break from the academic day. I didn't have to think like I did in Chem or math, or memorize like I did in French. I could let my feelings take over, guiding my hands as I sketched with charcoals or pastels. It gave my brain a welcome respite.Oh, I wasn't any Rembrandt, but at least I could.