My face burns bright red as my dad looks at me with disappointment and shakes his head. “Vanessa…” He sighs. “You’re just like your b...other. You need to get control of yourself, or get the fuck out of my house.” As my father storms away, I can’t help but recall my dream at the mention of my brother. I search through the piles of clothes on my floor for some pants and grab the first pair I see. Just as I’m about to slide them on, the hairbrush slips out and I turn red all. I pull her over to me on the bed and kiss her tummy moving up to her tits and suck each nipple until they are hard. My mother tells me to get on to the bed and lie down, she steps over me and lowers herself over my face. Looking up seeing her naked fanny and the tuft of hair above her slit and her hanging tits, I am ready to come.I watch as her smooth fanny gets closer, her lips all pink and swollen. I stick my tongue out to meet her and touch her lips, which are all warm and damp from the. "And these are bigger and better than hers, aren't they? I mean, c'mon she wears a 32A." She grasped them and lifted them, grinning at him.He felt his knees weaken as he watched her reach behind her and unsnap her white bra. She shrugged it off and handed to him. He had never seen such gorgeous knockers, not even on his computer. They barely jiggled when she freed them. His mouth watered, his palms itched. They were much more than handfuls. His cock jerked and writhed. He knew he was going to. He was clad in a pair of skin tight black denim jeans, button fly ofcourse, a black leather shirt and His trademark black alligator skin cowboyboots. ?? Before them hungthe near lifeless form of His naked slave, hanging from the thick meat hooksthat He had forced through the base of each of her breasts. The stream of bloodthat had cascaded down her body and dripped from her bare feet had slowed downconsiderably, and was turning a dark red as it thickened and dried. Before theslave, harsh stage.