“Well, damn, this is a mess, isn't it?” a new voice said.I turned around to see my brother, Clint, stepping out of the hallway, Melody at his side... I blinked at the sight of him then realized he must have come in the back door, responding to my text. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tucked in t-shirt, fresh from college. Melody was dressed more conservative than usual. My blonde half-sister, and one of Clint's girlfriends, wasn't wearing her skinny jeans that clung to her hips or a skirt. Oh if only there had been a cock or even a finger inside her, she would have cum like crazy! As it was she could feel the need for release building deep inside. Quickly she brought her left hand down to her cunt. If her husband were feeling picky he would tell her to pull it away, that he had not given her permission to play with herself. And if he had told her to she would have removed her fingers. Fortunately she didn't hear him say anything and her middle and ring finger slipped into her. I stopped crying and hugged him and said thank you. We later started to talk about porn and we were talking for half a hour and he asked whether I a big cock or small. I said I like huge cocks and asked how big his cock was he said it’s a secret but you got know that his cock is big. I asked him if he liked big boobs or small obvious he said big boobs.I asked him to show his cock and he said no then I asked whether if I could hug him once more he agreed and I hugged him tightly and I was. With his other hand resting on my leg, I use my last defenses, “We should wait until after the wedding or it won’t be right.” To this he calmly states, “I do not think the wedding is necessary, but I must make you mine first before anything else happens.” “Isn’t that what a wedding means?” I ask, not quite sure where he is taking this if a wedding was not important to him, the chill back in my heart. “I must make you perfect for me, although you are nearly there, you require one last thing to.