She was curled up on an old wooden chair, her legs tucked under her. Her white cotton dress hugged her well in all the right places. It nipped in at h...er waist, and shimmed effortlessly off her bottom, accentuating her vivacious curves and sexual figure. Her long black hair was tied back in a half-plait, the curls at the end tumbling over her shoulder, shining like silk in perfect contrast with her clear, lightly tanned skin. A fine sheen of sweat clung to her body, and she shone in the light. She stopped struggling and returned his kisses. It was crazy and wrong. She had come to her brother for advice and now he was kissing her. Would he go further? She had fantasized about this moment for years. Was it really happening or was she dreaming?It was really happening. She was certain of that when Bob moved a hand between her legs."What are you doing?" she murmured, his lips still pressed against hers."We both need it, Sis," he said.Pleasure such as she'd never felt radiated all over her. Stephanie looked up at Beckah while she was sucking and fingering her and saw that Beckah was playing with her tits and had her head tilted back. Stephanie used her remaining hand and started to caress one of Beckah’s tits all the while sucking and fingering her. “OH GOD I AM CUMMING,” Beckah screamed. Stephanie continued to lick her juices up and then when Beckah calmed down she sat down on the couch. “Wow,” Beckah said, “I never had an orgasm that great.” Stephanie was totally turned on. But the surprise discovery of the TTM, and her realization that Young-Rebecca must come through in order to ensure Arma’s continued existence, forced her to reevaluate the situation, and her own motivations at the beginning.Why had she defied Leda and resorted to subterfuge 20 years ago? Was it outrage at Leda’s perceived arrogance, her ruthless subjugation of the surviving human population? Of course, it was. Youthful idealism had driven her to thwart Leda at all costs, even without a coherent.