It was an old fashioned family, she was an old fashioned lady. She had been born in 1909; the world had been a different place then. God, this made no...sense; he had been making breakfast for her for decades; this was the first time she had made him breakfast since a few months after his father died.He felt guilty that an 86 year old woman had gotten out of bed early to make him breakfast. Even if it was the woman he had always considered his mother, she was too old to ask that of her. He simply. We had become fast friends, and the best kinds of friends. We shared everything with one another; our hopes, dreams, and even our sexual fetishes. He often hinted at the fact we should hook up, or that he found me attractive enough that he wanted to get together with me. We were friends, so I pushed him off. I never wanted to make our friendship muddled with sex.One sunny Spring morning, my phone rang. It was my best friend, Grant. "Hi honey!" I greeted him. "How are you?" I'm horny as hell". It was really weird but sexy. So it started out with me walking around the mall trying to buy some new shoes. As I was turned around looking at a pair I felt a slim hand tap me on my shoulder. As I turned around I see a very hot, tanned girl that stood at my chest height (maybe 5'4). She said in a very cute and girly voice "Hey cutie". I was a bit shocked and I blushed extremely hard and responded "H-Hey....". She told me her name is Kyra and that I was cute so we should hang out sometime and. Since their reunion a few years earlier, all their incestuous passions had resurfaced, this time, there were no obstacles in their way. As Kelly’s tongue swabbed over her sister’s heated cunt and the darker woman sobbed in pleasure, Kelly gave silent thanks for their love. It might be condemned by many, but they both knew it was a blessing. They were meant to be together, to share a bed, their bodies and their lives. From the day of their reunion until now, they spent hours, days, locked in.