Therewere alot of guys all round you all yelling and stuff.Mickey Ruttledge shoved me right at you but I fell. Don'tyou remember staring...",... I stopped. My feelings about thatstare had become a personal treasure. I was not about togive them away."I think I do remember Steve. Yes. I did sort of notice youbeing flung to the ground there. I was surprised to see youthere altogether. I didn't think you were that kind of guy!" Well...to be really honest John. I didn't think I was. Please, stop, we.... I'm you're sister, we can't..." We can't what?" you reply."P-please... don't f....f-fu....." Her eyes are going out of fous. You drive your fingers a little deeper inside and her hips buck again.Finally her eyes come into focus again. They're large, blue, and they're pleading you with everything they have."Please don't fuck me, brother."Sometimes the best motivation to do something is to be told not to.You pull your fingers out of her depths, grab her by the shoulders again. My hand slides along the crack of her ass. Nice. I leave the bikini bottom on the lobby floor.Down the hall to my room. Room #69. Good choice.Pushing her ahead of me into the room, I shut the door and turn her around. Nice tits sticking through the bra. Something is odd. They look pink. I think for a second. Of course, she’s English, not Chinese. Of course the titties are not dark. I smirk as my eyes rove up and down her body. Nice pussy. Smooth legs. Whole body blushing. Eyes wet. Sweat. I assumed I was to ride Jake's cock next. However, I felt Jake's strong push me over forwards, then pull me down onto Brett's cock. I felt the cool feeling of lube and the head of Jake's cock probing. DP??? sure I had dreamed of it, but with 2 like Jakes, not a monster +1. Even if I hadn't been drunk, I don't think I could've gotten away from Jake's grip on my shoulders and he popped the head of his cock in. I heard an semi-gaping slosh as the lube allowed him to slide in as far as he could..