But the only person who really mattered was Charlie… he was her rock. He never strayed from her side during those first days, holding her as she cri...d herself to sleep each night and during the funeral service on Saturday morning, January 3, 1981. That day, during the gathering after the funeral at the Wilson’s home in Brentwood Heights, Lily took Charlie aside. ‘I don’t want to wait any longer… marry me now… please?!!’ He put his hands on her face and stared into her ocean blue eyes swimming. But I'm pretty certain she was pleading with him to be reasonable. That didn't work out too well for her. He raised the prod again and grinned maniacally as the tip slowly approached her nipple.She covered her nipple, which is probably what he expected, and he changed course. The tip of the prod quickly dove down and came to rest against her red, swollen, very much abused pussy.She cried out, "NO! I'll do it!"He just stood there smiling at her and waiting.She groaned. Then she took a deep. I alternated between her clit and letting my tongue slide on the bottom of his wet cock as he slid in and out of her pussy. After sucking on it and helping Jason bring her to a climax so big that it soaked Jason's cock and my mouth with her cum. I slid down a little further to take Jason's balls into my mouth and gently suck on them and lick Lacy’s juices off. Jason pulled out of Lacy’s pussy and told me to lick her cum off his dick so he could fuck me next. I knelt down on the bed, Jason got. "We're not going to my house, silly. We have some things to talk about and errands to run."I was so confused. I was so unhappy that I was not going to get my blow job after all. "So, wait. What're you two talking about and what errands?" Talking about girly stuff," Elise replied."And doing girly errands," Beth finished.I was reluctant to let them go. "Okay, I guess. You be safe."I watched them go. Once again I found myself wondering if anal sex with my sister would be okay. Then I had a new.