I kissed them both, licked around the areola until her nipples were hard little berries for me to devour last. Day started groaning, her breathing inc...easingly more shallow. I reached under her dress with one hand, with the other I guided her mouth back down to mine. I didn’t bother fidgeting with her underwear, I just moved them to the side and inserted a finger, which her pussy snapped onto like a piranha. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and her breath caught as I inserted a second dish.. It had been years since they had both lived at home, but she had read stories. She knew most brothers were little horn dogs around their sisters, even if they were a few years younger, as in the case of Peter and herself. She did not think that just because she was now nearing forty that anything had really changed though she never had caught an inkling that Peter had ever tried to spy on her anything, she just sort of assumed. It was obvious he was mostly humoring her, but she suspected he. I felt trepidation. I so did not want to get spanked. Not with how he spanked me yesterday. That was my worse spanking ever.He lined up four rubber objects. Each object was pointed at the top, became wider in the middle, and became thin again right before the circular base it stood on. The rubber objects became fatter in the middle as you look at them from left to right. The far right one reminded me of a spade from a deck of cards. The middle of it was quite fat. He pointed at each one to draw. Her breasts bounce and jiggle as she rolls her eyes back. Her neck and chest start to turn red and she stars quivering on my cock. "Oh my god can I cum please" she asks. "I don't know" I tell her as I fill her pussy up thrust after thrust with my cock. "You aren't one of those one and done chicks are you" I ask grinning. "HELL NO!" she yells. She grabs my waist with her arms and pulls me deep. "Harder please, I am cumming!" she gasps loudly. I pound into her so hard her head starts.