"Ewww, that would be incest!"Aaron and Kristy lied in bed together for an hour. Aaron couldn't get any sleep, not with her panty-clad ass next to his ...ock. He decided to take a risk and smell her hair – she smelt wonderful. Finally, Kristy decided to take the initiative and moved her hand back to rub her stepbrother's cock.Aaron was at full attention at this point. "Hey, what the fuck-?" Shhhhhh," Kristy explained. "I know you want this. Let me make you feel better."Aaron was in heaven as. He got busy with his files. “Mr. Davis,” I said in my nervous tone. I wanted to show him that I had taken off my shirt. “That’s a nice bra,” he said, as he looked at me for a few seconds. “Now take off your skirt,” he said, looking down at his file on the desk. “I…” I didn’t know what was going on in his mind. “Do as I’m saying, Alice,” he commanded. “But I’m not wearing any panties,” I said. “Even better, now take off your skirt.” I didn’t have a choice. As noone else was in the office, I felt. Last night, was probably the best sex she had in years because her always-exhausted husband couldn’t have made love to her so passionately. Even if she would say that she hated it, her body would still crave for me. I realized that my desire for her body had doubled after last night. Now I wanted to explore more of her body and hoped that last night was the first of many.I should have been feeling guilty and ashamed because last night had strained our relationship forever. We were not cousins. I had carefully explained and shown her how to drive without using the clutch, but it confused her. Also, it was necessary to use the clutch to shift into reverse. Not being willing to give up my Sunday afternoon pussy, I kept on using dad's car to "ride" on Sunday. Nobody knew I was riding Janet more than I was driving the car, at least until I put her on top in the cowgirl position. After that, most of the time, she was riding me. So, I was still sharing Sunday afternoons with Janet. I had.