The torture of wanting to not think something. And wondering where all of this sprang from.Well, I knew that. Very well. The spring of that well. Ther... was no wondering involved, except how something I'd buried so deep had managed to come clawing to the surface.Because Kristi was my little sister. I was her protector, not her corrupter. I was four years older than her, so I'd always had that distant role.Dad split so early I barely remembered him. Growing up, he was always punctual with his. I finally pulled back and looked at the cum everywhere. IMy hand was covered. I brought it to my face to look at it as it dripped between my fingers. I sniffed it. "That was amazing kiddo." Uncle Keith said between staggered breaths. "You've never done that before? You give one hell of a hand job. One of the best I've ever had." He noticed me examining the cum on my hand. "Have you ever tasted it before?" I shook my head no. He sat up and moved my hand to his mouth. He began to suck on one of. She glared at me as I removed my clothes, her eyes darting from my eyes to my cock.When I was naked, I grabbed her left ankle and pulled her towards me. I slid my right hand under her left hip and turned her on to her right side. Her hips were at the edge of the mattress and her legs dangled off the bed. I lifted her left leg, folded it across her body and pinned her knee into the mattress. Her ass and pussy were exposed and at my mercy. I spit on her asshole and prepared her for what was going. I was staring straight at him the whole time and his look of despair was overwhelming! He was SO ready to feel a warm sensation around him and I was not giving him what he wanted! It is great to have that control over someone. I was stroking him and leaned back and hubby was still snoring away. I leaned back in and still slowly stroked him. He moaned and put his head back. Staring at him I lowered down till I had about a third of him on my mouth when he looked back down. As his eyes met mine, I.