Why did Joc say she didn’t want me to fuck “other” girls. Was there a girl I was supposed to be fucking? Why did she care if the other girl was ...rettier than she was? I fell asleep that night, my sister drifting in and out of my dreams, most of the time in the positions I enjoyed with Ash. The next morning was much like the ones of previous weeks. Except for one thing. Rather than wake up to the sun filtering through my window, I woke up to “YOU FUCKING BITCH ASHLEY!” I went outside to try to. I was really very afraid of disclosing this sort of things before the people but after becoming a regular visitor of Humandigest and Debonairblog, I thought let me take a chance of presenting before you sex lovers the incestual relationships in my family. I must say I have received an overwhelming replies/comments and perhaps, mine is the first real story in this site to achieve maximum comments in this year. Thank you Guys, I Love You All for liking my incestual relationship. In the comments. I should probably give you a little back story to explain the whole situation. See, I was Greta’s first, the night we got engaged. I asked and presented her the ring. She said yes and put it on. It fit perfectly. I took her home and we went inside, where she gave me her virginity. Honestly, it wasn’t my best performance. It was the first time I’d been with a virgin and I think the discomfort she experienced dulled the pleasure I felt at finally getting to make love to my fiancée. Luckily, we. We hugged each other for a long time, lost in our reverie, trying not to think about the reality that lay before us. I was caught by surprise when my uncle put his strong hands on my shoulders, and forced me down to my knees. I figured it out soon enough, though, and I accepted his semi-hard member into my hot mouth. As I bathed his cock with my saliva, I could taste our intermingled juices, and it was indescribable. It was all good, because it was love juices, and I was overcome with deep.