He grabbed my hair and controlled my mouth, face-fucking me until I gaged. “Did I say you could stop? No. No gagging,” he barked at me, his little... sex toy, his little slave, his concubine. I couldn't take it anymore teasing. i leaned back on the bed and spread my legs into a perfect straddle. “Please, daddy, i need you so bad,” i was almost crying. I needed him. Every vein and inch of his girth and his length. I reached down to feel myself but he yanked me off and against the wall once. We just sat there for the next few minutes, me staring at the green glow as it moved back and forth, my brother staring at me. Finally, after three or four minutes, he spoke.“Tara?” he said.“Mmm?”“Are you okay?”“I’m ... I’m fine.” I said, blinking twice, and moving my attention from the screen to my brother. Damn, my brother is sexy. He’s built as hell, but has that kind of baby face you see in professional models, or porn stars. And his body... “Tara?” he said again, and I realized that I’d. The nightgown therefore gave the impression of an hourglass frame, which served only to attract every eligible suitor in town."Oh," Bridgette murmured, as another current of air kissed the exposed top part of her breasts. Silently, she stood near the window, and unbuttoned the top of her gown. The strap around her waist held it from falling around her satiny skin, but it slid off her shoulders nonetheless, moonbathing her firm mounds. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the winds playing. "That's what we women call a good man." I'm definitely a good man then. But Carrie doesn't like it when I... you know... do that sort of thing to her. She's kind of repressed about her vagina I think. Doesn't like me to look at it, touch it, smell it, and especially not taste it. Not even after she's just got out of the bathtub." Her and Rick should've gotten married," Kim told me. "He won't put his mouth within two feet of my crotch. When he does decide he wants some he just climbs on top of.