“Even more, I love its owner,” I told her.“Of course, you love yourself ... but do you love me, too?” Jessica knew exactly what she meant with...that cute line.It was a fresh reminder to me that her butt belonged to me. By her own consent, it was mine, my property, to use as I deemed fit. Jess wasn’t just my stepsister and my lover. She was also my butt-slut, my cum whore, and my personal plaything. She made that abundantly clear to me by now. My sister was my slut, plain and simple. Every part. Her fingers quickly smoothing over the over the sensitive flesh and teasing the hair at the back of his head. She waited again, sensuously moving her fingers against his neck as she whispered to him.“Now remember what I have said sweetie, just keep still while I slip my hands into your trouser. Keep your legs wide and your bottom relaxed now, I may want to feel around your testicles and in-between the crease of your little bottom.”Constance found it difficult to keep a straight face at. Lisa had been away for more than two weeks and in that time I'd managed to bed four different women, even so by the time she got back I hadn't had a fuck for three days so I was dying for it. We did the usual thing, dinner, a movie, a few drinks then the night at her house.I can still remember it. We had fucked once and I lay on the bed, naked, face up and contentedly tired. Lisa gently ruffled my hair. "How'd you like that, big boy?" she asked me. I answered "I loved it, you can take me any. It took Cassie only a few minutes to locate her bag. It was on the roof of the porch. Cassie stood on the banister but still couldn't reach the hanging strap."Need help?" a voice asked from behind her. "I saw Rita toss something up there. I figured it might be something of yours."She turned to see Derrick, a guy she recognized from high school but didn't really know. He was not cool enough to run with the group that Cassie hung out with. But he would serve her purposes as well as anything..