“Oh, fuck,” I said. He pumped me hard for a minute or so, then pulled out. I turned face down with my legs apart. He pushed back in and started f...ucking me hard. This wasn’t the long slow fuck I had asked for. It was the pounding and plowing I had said I didn’t want. But now that it was happening, I wasn’t going to stop it. He lay down on top of me, his hands clutching my shoulders, his cock buried in my ass. A minute passed, then another, and he kept pumping away. I was making noises, animal. She and John hadn't fucked since being surprised in the act by their father.But as soon as her father had to go out of town on a brief business trip, her younger brother was after her again. One evening when her mother was next door at a neighbor's house, he knocked on her bedroom door.Shari tried to make him go away. She only opened the door a little."We can't, Johnny," she whispered. "You know we can't. What if she comes back? Remember what happened to us with daddy."Just mentioning it,. He pinched my nipples -- something I had always loved when my wife did it -- then took hold of the waistband of my pants. He was now naked except for his socks, his cock doing a 21-gun salute; as he dragged me toward the bedroom I somehow got out of my pants. He threw aside the bed covers and jumped in. Stopping to take off my underwear, I looked at him -- a gorgeous body, a beautiful cock, an urgent, hungry look on his face. I walked over to the bed, bent over him. As I reached for his cock. "You don't mind do you Sweetheart?" She added for a special touch.I looked over her shoulder and Phil was there in the doorway, watching us and waiting. I could feel myself going flush, from that invading turned-on-feeling, knowing she was going out with another man.I heard myself say. "Sure Hon, have a good time." My stomach was full of butterflies.Catching my voice when it cracked, she winked at me, puckered me a light 'air kiss' and turned back to Phil smiling, and with a light-footed.