The image of her son was so real, so warm, so full of life that it wasas if her twat were tightening around a real cock, a cock as thick asher wrist, ... cock with a bulging head as big as her fist.Imagining her son fucking her with a passion, Sheila began jabbing herfist in and out of her cunt, kindling a raging fire between her silkenthighs. Her cunt slurped noisily as she fist-fucked herself. She knewthat she could make herself go off wildly at any second.But it was not enough somehow. It was. Now are we going to do this?” I groaned. I was lucky that there was alcohol in my system, otherwise I wasn't sure that I would have been able to do it. But I had to. Someone needed to stop Ryan, and this was the only way. It's not, a voice said in the back of my head. You're not trying to stop him, you just want to fuck your own brother. Gritting my teeth, I forced these thoughts out of my mind. I leaned in and grabbed my little brother, pressing my lips against his. Our mouths opened and our. An instant passion passed between our souls, creating a longing for touch neither of us could suppress. I felt his rugged hand turn to silk as he gently caressed my cheek, brushing long strands of hair over my shoulder. A soft sigh escaped my chest, my own hand reaching to run the length of that arm. Letting my nails brush lightly over his skin. Still mesmerized by the fierceness of his gaze, shivers vibrated through out my very being when he pulled me to him. Long strong arms embraced me, my. Although it wasn't talked about openly, yes, the DS dealt in weaponry, prostitution, and drugs. All things that Chris vied to keep his two young ladies sheltered from if possible. It was lucrative, but all three things were far from why Scooter had gotten involved. He was there originally for the fun, excitement, and brotherhood he found shortly after returning from a black ops mission in Bosnia. He had been ordered to torture and eventually murder a lovely young girl in an effort to obtain.