He stared straight ahead, blinking. The wooden footbridge over the stream was gone. Where the hell was the footbridge? It had been there for decades! ...he stream was only a few yards wide, but it was deep and swift, too deep and swift to wade across. Finishing his route as planned was out of the question. He supposed he could turn back and retrace his steps, but he wasn’t excited about an additional five miles—he hadn’t brought any water or energy gel with him, and ten miles was too much to do. Fuck me harder, still harder.” Then suddenly she heaved her bottoms and pressed them to my moving body and with a loud “I aammm commmmiiiinnngg,” she came and fell back, panting on the bed. I did not stop. I continued to fuck her. In minutes, she was hot again and her hips started to move in rhythm with my strokes. By the time I felt my seed rising, she had given out her love juice four times. I was now moving very fast with short strokes. I said ‘sweetheart I am about to come.” “Come darling,. I was telling myself I was not gay butremembering how Jack's cock felt and what it was like to have him cum inmy mouth made me start to breathe heavily. I made myself stop thinkingabout it. I went back to my room and took a shower. My ass was sore andthe warm water felt good. I started rubbing my ass trying to ease thepain. The more I rubbed the hornier I was getting. I started pushing myfingers in and out. I was pushing my ass back against my hand like a cockhungry whore. I was pulling my dick. Twice I asked a girl I was fucking if she could climax quietly; they tried, but couldn’t. I kind of missed my sister.I graduated, found a job nearer to home than my sister and settled into a routine life. Shelby and I would go to our parents for birthdays and holidays and once in a while I drove to Asheville to visit her. Those times were strictly platonic, we didn’t jump into her bed to satisfy some base urge to commit incest again. We had separate lives, we were becoming long distant.