.. Master, too!” Natasha quickly followed suit, being a true twin in that respect.“Are you sure about that, girls? You just got to call me ‘bro,...�� just now. You want to drop that so quickly in exchange for such a ... dominant title?” I wondered aloud while still banging Natasha.“Yes, we mean it ... Master! Let us atone ... we’ve been horrible sisters, but we can ... make it up to you, sweet bro ... Master!” Heather swore to me in earnest.“Plus, we really want to get turned on our eighteenth. He looked her up and down, running a nervous hand through her hair."You look amazing," he told her, his voice rough and husky. "If only you would dress like this more often, you would drive a man to madness." It's just a costume, daddy," she whispered, her eyes wide and luminous, the smell of her pussy driving him crazy."It's for Halloween, right?" He asked, stepping back to put some distance between them. He had to get out of her personal space, he couldn't think with her smell wafting between. I never hit on Mom again because she made it real clear she wanted no part of my cock, in her or rubbing against her.Over the years, the memories of her pleasures with Grandpa turned to embarrassment and then to shame as Mom got out of Utah and interacted with mainstream America. By the time I was ready to go to school my mother swore incest was a work of the devil. She became pretty fucked up over the years as her guilt, shame and memories of Orgasms past all merged together.Then just as life. In and out, in and out, by the third time he goes back in with a second finger and this is where I need to break eye contact as I shut my eyes tight trying to savor the moment. I let out a long moan this time and my breathing has begun to get shallower. I move my hand down into his boxers and get my first feel cock, it’s hard and think in the grasp of my hand. I travel along the length of it lightly all the way to the tip, this time it’s his turn to close his eyes as I continue this motion.