Naturally, it didn’t work, but the fool thought it might. The fact Adam intended that the mind control could work was what made me angry.I was waiti...ng for the little shit to have the audacity to try to serve it to me. I probably would have smeared extra chunky peanut butter in his underwear and made the annoying little dweeb lick it clean before wearing it to school, and that is just for starters.I don’t hate my little brother. He is annoying, but he means well. I actually look out for him. " Oh, man, I'm not gonna last much longer. You ... unh, UNH, UNH, ugh, ugh, oh, yeah, oh."I could feel Adam's cum and my juices trickling down my butt, my sheets were a a cummy-juicy mess from all the lovemaking among the three of us. But what fun we'd had."Let me lick you, Kristen. Maybe I can get you to cum."Adam's was a proposition I never refuse. Ever since my first time, I have always loved to have a guy down between my legs making me cum. I was fourteen at the time and Bill Michaels had. He backed away and slowed his pace to a steady fuck. This guy was the best lay in the room, she thought. She love the way he just focused on her clit and not only fingered her but made her cum because of it. He was now rotating his hips as he fucked her, which she normally hates, but he has her so worked up she would do just about anything right now. "Hey, let the guest of honor fuck you in ass!!" The last who fucked her said. The room broke into chant, "FUCK HER ASS, FUCK HER ASS"She was. .. Daddy and I were lovers, not just father and daughter. We had an incestuous relationship going on back several years. We tried to keep it on the downlow, of course, and then Fireball Day happened.“Suddenly, I was alone and I haven’t really been living ever since. I’ve just been existing and recovering from the heavy blow of losing my father, my lover, the man who has meant so much to me in my life. Now, of course, I have to start fresh and find a new life, a new love. So, yes, thank you for.