I rolled my hips slowly with the steady motion of my ghostly dawn self, encouraging the sensation that shimmered up and down my cock. Feeling myself p...shing in and out of its own tight hole. Pushing and pulling, the increasing wetness produced by ourselves making each successive push easier than the last. On it went, each pass seemingly slightly faster than the last. A feeling began to rise from my balls, not only along my cock, but also out along my whole body, and I felt the need to push. “Jacob, fuck me!” I whisper. Jacob stops touching me, he takes my hands and a chuckle escapes his lips, “Anything for you, baby sister.” He backs me up to my bed and as soon as I feel the bed spread on the back of my legs, I fall backward on it. He leaves for a split second to get the lights and close the door, then comes back to me. “God, never knew my sister could be this sexy.” “I never knew my brother could get aroused so easily.” I back my ass up on the bed and I lay myself down. My enemies, those few still living, knew to fear that expression.The whip marks I had made earlier in the week on Sally's lovely creamy white tits were healing nicely, but the marks were still clearly visible. In my jealous rage, I thought Amud's eyes would bug out of his head as he stared at those two whip-marked orbs, though in honesty, he tried hard to show a purely professional interest in them. He didn't quite succeed, but I later admitted his restraint. He was clearly uncomfortable and in. I was happy to oblige. I took his hard dick in my hand and began sliding my hand up and down his meat. Phil moaned once or twice as a few drops of precum oozed from his dick and dripped down the head of his dick and onto my fingers. I used that fluid to lubricate the head of his dick with the palm of my hand. It had the result that I had been hoping for, more precum. I gave it a lick to keep it from dripping down onto his balls. It tasted just about like every other bits of precum I have been.