That night she called me to her bedroom and said she is feeling lonely and to sleep beside her like her daughter. I accepted.We both slept soundly for...half of the night. By 1 I felt something very warm in my palms it was her stomach, her top had slid up and I was touching her stomach, nice smooth flat and warm. I was enjoying it but was afraid at the same time, hence I covered her stomach back and went to sleep half hour later I had the same sensation, again her top had slid up and I covered it. Then remembering the two girls and perhaps wanting to retain some semblance of gallantry, he said: “OK! OK! Let’s go upstairs!” He wandered over to his daughter with his erection slowly drooping away. “I’ll be back in a second, girls.” “What the fuck!” echoed Tracey. “My twat’s as itchy as pepper!” She lifted herself up on the armchair and pulled her boob tube back down over her crotch. She gazed around the room in boredom and frustration and noticed that Sharon was reading a tabloid. “Oi!. She writhed as a captured eel.“Maybe, we should double penetrate you. Like the woman at the club.”Groaning loudly, she quivered as if struck by lightning. The quick flash of her animated hips positioned her body for more. Arms thrown out, fingers outstretched and toes curled.“Yes… do it… show me your orgasm.”It telegraphed its tremors through us both. A croak for air, she shook, the sinews in her neck tight. The spasms grew until she thrashed. Without compunction, I fucked her through her. Doing them in various positions and situations. Her brother doing filthy things to her, and she doing filthy things to her brother. As she came and came on her brother's bed, with his dirty underwear in her mouth, she vowed to herself to make all of her depraved thoughts come true. This was what she wanted most. It even made her feel this was what her life needed to be about; about indulging in perverted, incestuous, filthy pleasures. Having finally come down from her high, her breath rapid, Jo.