Rushing to her, I knelt beside her and saw she had passed out. Turning I looked at James and realized what it was."James, go get cleaned up. I think s...e thinks you were injured!"JamesI looked down at my chest and noticed the blood that covered me."Damn, I didn't think of that," I said.I picked up my rifle and went inside. Stripping the bloody shorts off, I stepped into the shower and turned the water on. Grabbing the bar of Dial I scrubbed the blood off me.I almost cried out when the soap went. He then buried his face in my cleavage, licking and kissing to the right and left. It didn't take long for me to climax again as he devoured my nipples and half a very ample tit at the same time, first one and then the other. Oh my God, did that ever feel good. My chest was nearly on fire. My pussy had been for some time.Jed kissed down to my navel even as I was still climaxing. Then, without warning, he dived into my pussy, giving it a tongue washing like it never had before."God, I can't hold. I did everything I could for them, you know. Everything. Eton. One at Oxford. One through Sandhurst. Then Oxford. Bit of a waste. A more perfect pair of evil little shits you couldn't imagine." "Ah, well, I am something of an expert on evil shits." That drew a huge and genuine laugh. "You see, this is why I like you. You're too clever to do this, you know, you should be using that mind of yours." "I just made two thousand quid for, what, forty minutes work?" "I make that, about, too, but for me. I came as he did, our family moans a chorus to the Gods that bless daughters whose birthright is borne for the pleasuring of their fathers, and in the morning, we met at the breakfast table, each pretending what the other did, never really happened.In the few months I had been there, I had blossomed as my body developed, my breasts, though small, were of sufficient shape and desirably, twin peaks adorned with cup-caked areola, typical for girls my age, hence my reluctance to wear a brassiere,.