I felt that all barriers were down. I looked Steven in his blue eyes; he had such loving and caring look. I couldn't still believe that I am with my b...st friend as girl. This was what I always dreamed of. Deep inside me I wanted to be his girlfriend and do to him everything other girls would do. But I was not sure on his reaction.We were sitting side by side on sofa and started talking about our school days. We were drinking our third glass of wine when suddenly Steven moved towards me. Second. I could feel Steph heart beating as I held her. I leaned over and lightly kissed Steph's cheek. This couldn't be real, here I was with my arm around my older sister and we would be fooling around for a week or two?Steph took my hand off her arm and put it on her waist and she turned more into me and leaned on me. My hand was an inch from her breast. Steph kissed my cheek again and then I turned my face into the kiss and our lips touched lightly. Steph turned a little red, she had just kissed. She struggled at first, but after he was in a certain depth, she seemed to calm down and her gagging subsided into a guttural, almost primitive sound. I was busy with my own job, and I continued to suck her wanton pussy, when Malcolm wrested my hair from my mom's tight grip, and he lifted my head up."What I witnessed was something that defied reality. I'm sure my eyes were popping out of my head, as I saw my mom's lips pressed right up to his pelvis, her throat bulging, stuffed full of his. I decided I needed to change my approach. So on Halloween instead of going to a gay bar, I went with my friends to a hotel upstate that was supposed to be haunted. I didn't really believe in ghost or the supernatural, but something inside me told me to go. I used to think ghost stories were silly, but that all changed later that night. Don't call me crazy, but I am pretty sure a ghost fucked me stupid and spread my ass open with his big fat phantom cock. My friends and I checked in, had a few.