Beneath her still caressing fingers, she felt his testicles rise in their bag, the skin of his sac tightening around them. She was getting to him. She...imagined the knot-like tautness growing in his groin, his fight with self-control to hold back the flood of jism until a last uncontrollable moment.Her own body was also responding. If watching Jace and Melinda together hadn't been enough, she suddenly found herself living a sexual fantasy. She was giving head to her own brother and she liked. She continued to pull me down on top of her and the feeling of our naked bodies touching was amazing. We continued to make out for what seemed like days when my sister said, "I want you to fuck me."There was no way I was going to say no at this point. I reached a hand down to my crotch to guide my dick inside her, but she stopped me. Instead, she reached her hand down there, wrapped it around my cock, and placed the head inside her pussy."Now push in slowly." I obliged. I began to push it in. Doing just what he said I timed it perfectly with his instruction. A tingle shot through me his bulbous tip eased past my sphincter at the last letter of “relaaaax”. The biggest hurdle behind us, Jake stretched his big, hairy, masculine body over me and put my calves over his shoulders. “Say goodbye to your virginity kid!” Jake exclaimed as his mighty penis sank slowly into the hot, steamy paradise of my rectum! An involuntary “OOOHHH!!!” escaped my lips. It felt simply AMAZING! Then he. Ken Bolton was his name, and he and I were similar personalities. He was pushing one of those tax scams that would later be known as tax shelters. Ken was a Public Accountant. Not a CPA, a P.A. He had gotten himself a doctorate in economics from some school over in Europe when he was younger, before he came to America. When I met him, he was forty one years old, a big man, on the heavy side of stocky, standing almost six feet tall, with sandy colored hair, and a complexion that tended to be on.