Her cheeks warmed up against my soles as I teased her.With a little prompting, she performed her morning ritual of adoration, kissing my feet, hands a...d forehead, and making pledges of submission. A thrill of power ran through me. I owned her. I really did.I couldn’t wait anymore. I pounced on her, turned her on her front, and as I was about to have my way with her, I heard her wince.After some firm probing, she confessed she got neck cramps. I should have known. The position I made her sleep. I’m sure he was right. When I got to the hospital I found out what they refused to tell me on the phone. My wife, the love of my life, the person I pledged to love forever was dead. My precious daughters, the ones I was supposed to keep from all harm were gone as well. You aren’t supposed to bury your children. No father should have to identify two tiny five year old bodies. No husband should have to identify the shattered remains of his wife. The accident was a freak thing. A dump truck driver. It really does taste like it smells, but sample it yourself so you can tell your customers that." She raises an eyebrow, commanding him to taste the oil off of her. Practically squirming under her gaze, he bends a bit and sucks one of her toes into his mouth, moaning as the juicy raspberry blends with her natural taste. But as quickly as he sucked her toe in, she pulls it out. "I did say sample, didn't I? Not rid my toe of every last drop of it. If you want more, you'll have to pay for it." He. He had never even considered his sister in any remotely sexual way before. Who would think of their sister like that? But now, watching the little brunette, the curve of her small, tight breasts, down to her flat stomach, the slight flair of her hips, the closely cropped thatch of dark hair at the delta of her legs. Brenda was every inch a desirable young woman, whether she was his sister or not. Sean was very hard, and it was very noticeable under the towel he wore.Brenda wriggled into a tiny.