But she relaxed as soon as she felt the familiar warm hands caressing her and the soothing sound of his voice."Good girl. You followed my instructions...to the letter." he said, his hands stroking slowly down her back, feeling the shivers and goosebumps that betrayed her nerves. "Are you ready?".She paused, then nodded her head mutely, knowing that if she said no she must have a good reason... a REAL reason... or else she would be punished harshly later.Without another word he set to completing. “Well, what are you going to do about it?” she asked Christy sharply.Christy started to open her mouth, but was unable to come up with anything that might please her Mistress and looked questioningly at my wife.“You are a brainless slut, aren’t you, Christy. I want you to get down on your knees, take out my husband’s dick and relieve him of that pressure, understand?”Christy looked quickly up to my wife and started to say something, but was greeted with a slap across the face. She didn’t get. Ryan groaned, the couch creaking as he thrust upward, bouncing me on his dick. My hips moved, struggling to find the right rhythm with my two horny boys. Rapture burned through me. Both my holes blazed with blissful friction. The delight swirled through my nethers, churning around each other as my sons fucked me.They fucked me hard.I loved it. I loved being fucked by my two sons. To have both their dicks reaming me. My pussy and asshole clenched on their shafts as the friction burned hotter and. I kissed my sister like this for almost 10 minutes though it felt like eternity. Then when I broke the kiss she said some words in my ears. The voice of a nightingale. She took my name, and said, “Ali, make me yours tonight!” Her words were like the sweetest music, like a song. Maybe readers are thinking I idealize my sister. I will say yes I do, and if they had seen her they would know she is a goddess of beauty.On her words I smiled at her and she took my hands and placed them on her breasts..