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This tale is tagged as Incest/Taboo and describes sexual activity between siblings. If that type of story is not for you, this is your last warning to turn aside.
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~~~ Week 37 (cont’d) ~~~
Early the next morning, Megan and I went down to the beach to clean up. By the time we return to the huts, we could hear the sounds of our guests waking up. I helped Megan warm up the bread and we got out the bowls of fruit that Miriam had left with us.
Looking at the tired faces of our visitors, I wondered if I should have bought some coffee. They were all moving a little slowly. Each of them had smiles on their faces – tired smiles – but they were smiling – especially when they looked at their partners.
After visiting the latrine, kaman escort Johnny stepped over and asked, “What was that shit?”
I laughed softly and said, “Miriam’s secret recipe.”
“Man, we could trade that stuff for solid gold bars!”
I grinned at him and turned to face his sister as she approached.
“I need a bath,” Nina said, giggling. “I’ve got Johnny’s shit everywhere. They’re gonna need to throw that bedding out.”
Johnny’s cheeks pinked, and I laughed.
“Head down to the beach,” I told her. “Once you’re reasonably clean, we’ll hike over and explore the peninsula.”
She grabbed her brother’s hand, gave him a kiss on the lips, and led him towards the water.
Mom the last thing kapaklı escort I needed was for some of the teenagers to have to come rescue the ‘pale warrior’ for blundering into a crocodile trap!
Megan tried standing on my shoulders at the other end of the pit as well but still couldn’t find anything to grab onto. As she slid back down my body, my nostrils filled with her sweaty, musky scent and my dick started swelling. I grabbed one of her breasts, used the other arm to pull her close, and kissed her hard.
“Mikey!” she complained.
“We’re stuck for the night, you’re a sexy bitch, and – I guess – I must be a little horny,” I replied.
Apparently that was all the incentive she needed. She wrapped her karabağlar escort arms around my shoulders, her legs around my waist, and attacked my lips with her own.
I reached under her skirt to find that she wasn’t wearing a breech-cloth. No big surprise. I pulled my loincloth to the side, fisted my growing cock, rubbed it up my sister’s slit to bump her clit, and then slid it back down to squeeze it into the mouth of her pussy – which was already welcoming me.
“Fuck, yes!” she moaned as I shoved my way into her tight twat.
She used one hand to hold herself upright and used the other to lift her top so she could pinch and pull her perfect breasts. I kissed wherever she put my mouth – her lips, her jaw, her neck. She growled as I kissed and nibbled the side of her neck – just under her ear – and then turned her head for me to give the other side equal treatment.
My hands were filled with her ass – which I was using to raise and lower her body – and her exquisite cunt – sliding its amazing tension up & down my aching sex-prod.