Not on the pill, Michelle stepped into the shower, thinking, "Yeah, I m safe through this week. I d better get on the pill before I end up with a big ...problem. I don t know what I ll tell Marc. He wants to start a family. Oh well, I ll think of something…"Monday MorningAbout nine thirty, as Michelle was finishing her breakfast out by the pool her cell phone rang. It was Dex. "Hey blondie, ya up for another lesson in real fucking?" He said in a commanding tone."I ah, I don t know. When?" Again,. Only a couple of inches from my aching, oozing pussy. Holding my breath, I feverishly waited for the touch of his fingers on my pussy. He was going to do it. I wouldn't stop him. I couldn't stop him. My arms were paralyzed. Then he touched me! As his fingers brushed against my juice-covered pussy lips, I flinched. When I did, so did he and I felt his probing fingers push inside my throbbing, aching cunt. Oh, God, his fingers are inside me, I deliriously thought. Stop him, my brain screamed at. He shouted, "WATCH WHERE YA'RE GOIN', YA DAMNED PIPSQUEAK!"I was still lying on the floor, dazed and trying to get my breath, when he drew his foot back to kick me in the ribs. Surely, that would have cracked some ribs and possibly killed me from internal injuries. Fortunately for me, Bob stepped in at that point and saved me from a painful, if not fatal, fate. The bear had his foot drawn back for the kick when Bob drew his gun and shot him in the knee that he was balanced on. The bear. He wanted me. My round breasts, my pink nipples, my tight cunny.I groaned as the lips of my pussy brushed the tip of my brother's cock. Another incestuous rush rippled through me as I sank down his shaft. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his dick's tip. My labia spread over his girth. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his shaft. He was filling me up.“God fucking damn, brat!” he growled, his hand shooting up to cup my round titties. He squeezed them hard. Rough. Just the way a little.