. no way I could handle HIM by myself. He moved my hand to his crotch, took his other hand and pulled his shorts up, moving that giant black cock out ...nto his leg and down onto the chair. He put my hand on it, and I... I just put my hand around it, as much as I could. I couldn't get around it. It was hot, and pulsed, and started to get bigger, harder. He moved closer and said...You feel that shit? I'm getting hard, cuz I like a lil white bitch like you with dat big azz. I know you want dis. Hair in a tight bun on top of a head sitting erect on the starched whiteness of a blouse that somehow found its way into the inside of the tight waistband of the black mini-skirt that hugged the shapely behind that gave way to the legs that seemed to go on for ever before they met the tapering heels of the six inch stilettoes that strode ahead in front of him. Brendon was lost in a world of fantasy, already lifting the skirt to discover the jewel between the thighs of the …… The legs. The boy groaned, opened his eyes and patted his sister’s firm rump as she tried to swallow his cock. He felt it hardening, and she began bobbing.“Wonderful, wonderful,” he sighed. He felt her fingers on his balls as she began a corkscrew motion with her mouth and tongue, grunting with effort. “You’re such a good sister, the best. Ohgawd.”He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he came and filled his sister’s mouth with his thick cum. She shook her head, tossing golden curls, lifted her. One of his things was punctuality, everything had to be timed or else he started to panic. He always left me, after checking on the flight arrival times, so that he arrived home at a time that allowed him to drive from the airport. On the rare occasions that we went out I had to be ready on time and we stayed at the restaurant a certain time before going back to my place and fucking for however long he had worked out so that he left at a time that would allow him to get home at the expected.