That evening, Kathleen opened the front door with trepidation, not knowing if she was going to be treated as a daughter or a slave. She took a deep br...eath and then pushed it open.“Hi, sweetheart,” said her mother as she met Kathleen in the front hallway. Hugs and kisses were exchanged and then they went into the family room. Her brother, Brett, was already there and was watching some sporting event on the television.“Hi, sis,” said Brett without moving his eyes from the game.“Hi, sweetie,” said. "I'll do whatever you say. I love you!" If you loved me, you would have stayed out of that girl's cunt!" Melissa stormed off, slamming the door behind. It was almost time for school to let out and she had four girls to pickup."Isn't he just precious?" Michelle asked, holding her baby on her shoulder burping him."Indeed he is," Melissa agreed as the boy held his aunt's little finger in his tiny hand. "But if he has any of you in him, he's going to be a handful. He'll have all the girls chasing. No one had to know, and it didn’t have to go any farther than that.Or to let him touch her breasts. That couldn’t hurt, right? He had been very gentle. He hadn’t even touched her BARE breasts, only ever through material. Or her pussy. He only rubbed at it through her jeans, or underwear, with the heel of his hand, while pushing her gently back into the grass, their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. Those times always ended with one or the other of them putting a stop to it, heated. ” She grins and looks back down at you and says, “Ok, Pam, lets make this last ten minutes good for both of us.” She then turns to face your feet, straddles your head and lowers her pussy back to your mouth. “Eat it, bitch,” she says huskily. As you begin again to lick her cunt, she pulls your legs back, locks them behind her arms and lowers her face to your cunt. There is a low muffled moan as she attacks your clit, but you return the favor. For the next ten minutes, you lick and suck each.