He may have loved my mom but I sure as hell didn’t share that feeling, not in the end.Somehow she always had her bipolar episodes when he was away, ...eaving me to deal with it.On an intellectual level I knew she was sick but emotionally I just couldn’t bond with her anymore.Not these last few years with the medication and the outbursts and meltdowns.So I had turned into myself, hid my emotions from the world and adopted the Goth look.Little miss sunshine, so not me.My dad had seemed to have. ‘Oh how lovely.’ You breathe between kisses. ‘I love kissing you so much.’ And I feel the tip of your tongue dancing with mine. Then I kiss each of your closed eyelids in turn, and then start to suck on your neck. But you give my head a friendly push lower down, thrusting a breast up to meet me saying, ‘Don’t forget we have guests tonight!’ In response I reach my hand under your right breast and push it up so that your areola enters my lips and I suck a little harder. ‘Can’t let this one feel. She turned slowly from one side view to the other. If she had to have a cock then this one was the one to have. It seemed to be the equal of Jason's sizeable member, but it was more feminine if such a thing were possible. It was smoother, sleeker. There were none of the bumpy, bluish veins that were visible on his dick. She wished he was here. She smiled at the thought of doing a compare and contrast of oversized cocks with her brother. She doubted that Jason would have any insights as to why. I moved down her delectable body kissing and feeling everywhere. When I reached her navel and stuck my tongue in it, she shivered. I continued down and began to lick her pussy and her clit trying to drive her crazy. I was successful three times. My face was wet with her juices when I moved up to push my cock deep into her pussy. It was welcomed as her heels dug into my butt to pull me tight as we kissed. We thrust madly at each other exuberantly enjoying the sound of our bodies smacking.