Her green orbs were clouded with lust as I continued to stare hungrily. I touched my fingers to her face lightly, as though to make sure that she was ...real, and then kissed her tenderly. A simple connection of lips on lips. It was perfect; just what she deserved. Almost u*********sly, I began replaying the scene from her diary. I pulled her to sit on my lap and wrap her beautiful tanned legs around my back. We started rocking against each other, all the while kissing, probing, reacquainting. I. .nothing"fucinhigh08: “thats what i thought bitch”fucinhigh08: i go and sit and continue eatingyankees2girl: i get up and start to clean off my platefucinhigh08: “here take my plate too im done”yankees2girl: i nod my head and take yoursfucinhigh08: “thats a good bitch”...i slap your ass as you walk awayyankees2girl: "what are you doing, im your sister?!"fucinhigh08: “i know but your fucking ass is looking good in those shorts sis” ,as i stare at your tight ass in tiny shortsyankees2girl: "how. "Oh, yes, I love that," she moaned, a minute later, while she was still stroking my cock. "Fuck, why is it so cold in here now?" I wondered, beginning to shiver and pulling my hands down. I looked down at her and saw her cum covered face. "Nice one, Eric," she commended me, wiping her cum out of her eyes. "Now, I need you to fuck me," she told me, standing up. I just lied back onto the lockers with my eyes on her for a moment. "No, you are married, Mrs. Vacstid. We're not having sex," I. I savored doing such naughty things with my sister.I didn’t know why Clint wanted Pam and me out of the house, but this was an amazing way to spend my Saturday.Clinton “Clint” Elliston III strolled down the sidewalk in my neighborhood. I had two of my youngest children cradled in my arms. In my left, I held Zane, my two-month-old son from my older sister Zoey. In the other I held Daisy, the daughter Stefani gave me. The two had conceived on probably the same day. Stefani’s mother had my child.