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,. The white satin ones." You are so beautiful," Natalie praised her watching the red nest disappear when the panties fit her snugly. "I'd die for a body like yours."Erin grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye, "Baby, you are beautiful in your own right. Don't down yourself. I think your are gorgeous both inside and out. Everyone is different, everyone is unique, so don't look down on yourself if you can't sing. You are a goddess in your own right. The way you fix hair makes me. Her stroking became longer and slower, she was clearly enjoying my story while she played with the boys. Watching her, a cock in each hand, I absent-mindedly started stroking my pussy, lightly and not penetrating, but enough to cause my entire body to tingle. Graphically I described what it was like to be fucked by my husband while watching Ray’s cock go in and out of Traci’s mouth and how he (Ray) stood before me, dangling his glistening cock in my face and how I kissed it and held it in my. I knew what was happening but I could do nothing to stop it and after awhile I knew that my protestations had been, or at least, had become sham. Still, I continue to make them, vainly but with heat I do not have to pretend to. There is something wrong with an aunt transforming her half-brother's son into what I have become. The guilt and shame I feel in my own pleasure in the process are themselves part of the pleasure and my protests part of the game.For I know it is a game now. We are not in.