”The pressure of my swelling cock reminded me it was time to leave this thread of conversation so I pushed past that night, “Now what?”I saw her... tense in the chair, “I don’t care to have an incest baby so I think I should end this, what do you think?”“Why you asking me?”“Because you’re the father, if you want me to carry it I will.”I stared at my sister for several seconds, that she cared enough for my feelings or beliefs made me swell with respect for her and because I respected her I couldn’t. We reached our floor out of luck. We packed the grossry then Barbra got a call from my mom saying that she should come in another 2 hours so I was stuck in Barbara's house.I sat down then looked at Barbra she asked me if I want to playa a game. "Sure" I said back." What do you like to play" she asked. "Wrestling" I answerd back. She looked at me then asked me to move the couch side ways I did as she said. "What are we doing" asked, "wrestling " she answerd back. I was shocked. She stood there. She did not jerk away and he knew she liked the feel. She was at the sink gettinga drink and he came behind her and pressed his cock to her ass. He put his arms around and up under her t-shirt and cupped her tits. They were huge and firm an felt so good in his hands. She frozed for a moment and did nothing then she pushed his hands away. He ran his hand down her back and across her ass and then pushed a finger inside the leg of her shorts and felt her pussy. It was shaved and smooth and wet.. The eye plunges past knee, along calf,To the pompoms on the toesOf her high heels,EndingIn a blossom of Amarillo fire.3Right-angle girl:Bellhop in light lavender cap;Elbow-length, matching glovesAnd trousers, skin tight, descendingInto high-heeled bootsIn the same light lavender materialSomething like paint.The only other colors are her hair,Blonde, and the peach flesh of her belly,Hanging right breast and upper arm.She is sleek and curvaceous, but sheIs also a woman of right-angles,Head,.