"Sure, you taste good, Judy," he replied. "But it sure don't do my cock much good."Judy humped her crotch up and down, her small hands clasped behind ...er knees. She held her head up and peered down at her brother, her eyes blazing with passion."Eat it for me, Davy!" she pleaded. "Suck it and kiss it and eat it, please! Make me come with your mouth! Come on, Davy, don't tease! Tongue-fuck my pussy!" What are you going to do for me?" He dragged the tip of his finger along the crack of his. I was half done when Trace came out to the table, her plate loaded with eggs benedict, hash browns, and sausage. She sat down and started eating, her eyes wandering between her plate and me. "Can I talk to you?" she asked finally."You're my favorite sister. Anytime," I said, setting down my spoon and lifting my bowl to drink the last of my milk."I'm your only sister." That we know about." I set my bowl down. "It occurs to me that maybe Mom was more adventurous than we gave her credit for."Traci. As I felt her ass relax I picked up the pace fucking her harder and harder. I started twisting my fingers back and forth as I slammed in and out of her ass. I pulled my fingers all the way out and looked at her gaping hole. I laughed to myself as I jammed my fingers back into my sweet sister. I thought, you’ve got to be one fucked up kid, finger fucking your older sister in the asshole and getting so turned on looking at her gapping hole. I looked up at Bath setting on the commode. Finished morning tasks, I inserted the flash drive into my big-screen smart tv — and there I was in brilliant colour! Worse, there was no denying the ecstatic pleasure reflected on my face and in my animalistic body language. Intending indignation, I could only wonder at the exquisite pleasure that came vividly to mind as I watched the first 20 minutes of film showing Dickens and me locked in bazaar intercourse — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience. I fussed and.