I've never thought of my mother like that... but then I hadn't thought of my s!ster like this until recently either. "You really want to do Kristina d...on't you?" I ask once we've caught our breath. I'm lying on top of my s!ster with my spent cock still buried in her warm pussy."Yeah, I do," she whispers. "What do you think?" I love the idea and I don't think Kristina will take much convincing either," I answer, kissing my s!ster's neck as we talk. "Really?" Lauren asks. "That would be so. "Christi. Christi. Open up this door right now." I ordered. "NO!!" she said. Christi!! Open up this door or I'll break it down!!" She unlocked the door, swinging it releasing her hand as she jumped back on the bed, face in pillow crying. "Christi. Look at me." "No dad. Please leave." "I want to talk about this." There's nothing to talk about. Please leave."Though I tried, she never wanted to talk about that night It was several weeks later that I had woken up in the middle of the night to take. The environment and alcohol put everyone in a great mood. Sam went into the salon and found some slow romantic music that started coming over the sound system. Tom stood up and put out his hand. I took it and we started dancing, two nude people enjoying the magic as four others watched the amazing stars. We weren’t dancing closely but I did occasionally feel his cock against my stomach. I felt my sexual excitement building as apparently did Tom. Each time our bodies touched I could feel him. I went to the front to see her getting inside her car with her bikini and a skirt wrapped around her waist. She then drove off fast. When I ran to the back of the house, Rashad was gone. He had gone inside, and I was immediately in shock at the way he treated her. I was also tremendously turned on, but I almost did not want to admit that to myself.After that night, I began to see Rashad in a whole new light. I began to look out my front window for him to arrive home and I would make some excuse.