She ran her hands through my hair and I looked up. “Thank you.”“For what?” I asked, my voice coming out faintly.“For not thinking of me as a...slut,” she said and then gently pressed her breasts to my face. “And for the way you look at me.”My breath stuttered out, but when I drew in another breath, all I could smell was her skin, her scent. There was also a slight hint of the soap we’d used earlier, but otherwise, it was all her.She stepped back smiling.I looked up into her face, a little. Slowly, I opened the door and stepped into the kitchen.Immediately I heard moans of pleasure coming from upstairs, I was right, although it gave me no satisfaction, Angela was having an affair. I crept to the bottom of the stairs and slowly started to climb them.“Oh Yes,” I heard Angela’s voice gasp.I stopped and realised that I was holding my breath. I exhaled as quietly as possible and continued up the stairs. As I reached the bedroom door, I found that it was half closed. I put my eye to the. She was mine, too, I realized. My fat cock stuffed in her virgin ass claimed her just as surely as any explorer ever claimed title of new virgin land for God and country. There was only one thing left to do, to claim my prize."Gonna cum in your ass, Mother," I warned her through clenched teeth. It only made Mom and Walter work even harder. "Gonna cum in your ass and make you mine!" That's right, k**," I heard Walter say in a strained, groaning voice. "Cum in her! Then she'll be your whore!. She didn’t want her brother to know she lusted after him, needing him, dreaming of him. She didn’t need him to know that she often found herself alone, dreaming of him in ways she shouldn’t. She felt the cold sweat running down her neck, contrasting the heat of her passion. When the car stopped in the driveway, Allie instinctively reached for the door handle. She quickly opened the door and bound for the house. She wanted as far away as possible. Passing through the double doors, she ascended.