I scanned the trim hedges and flowerbeds everything was pristine, but not sterile. It was sort of an English garden type laid down with an eye to deta...il. Very pretty!The door swung open and I was greeted by a stunning vision.“Well, you must be James.” Came this accented lilting voice.“Ahh,yes!” I muttered as I looked at this beautiful creature.“Ja das ist gut. Please why don’t you come in.” she offered in accented English.This Teutonic beauty led me through the foyer into her living room. I. .. I think she wants to be where I am now, horny, hot, wet, and about to be fucked. We look at each other, laugh and with a snap of the throttle we take off.After two hours on the road and you are rock hard from my unrelenting teasing. I already creamed in my thong at least one time. I tell you to find a spot that I have to pee, and you nod, then taking a right following a sign that points to Marrowbone Lake. Quickly you find an unoccupied campsite. The motor is running strong and so is mine.. I suggested that we all sit in the living room where we could talk comfortably. Becky led the way with Byron staring at her sexy body all the while. Becky sat in a chair facing Byron and I. It was clear that he was either hiding a pair of socks in his pants or he liked Becky a lot.Shifting my gaze back to Becky it was clear that she found Byron attractive too. From where I sat I could see right up the leg opening of her shorts to her bald pink pussy lips. I was sure that Byron was being treated. I had to have a woman. I was starving for a horny cunt. Anita must be starving for her husband’s cock. Both our spouses had left us. My hands on my sister’s boobs must have aroused her for she was not resisting my hands anymore.I pulled her in my bed and was hugging her and kissing her.”Bhaiya, pleaseeeee, stop this I am your sister, not wife, we must not do this is sin the most horrible sin, Bhaiya, but I had turned into a devil. I was looking at my real sister as a sex object. My cock would.