They whispered loudly.“This dude got tits fah real,” the one in front opined.The guy on his left stated, “He probably look in the mirror an jack... off all night!”The one to his right laughed, “Yeah! He’d be campus bitch in juvie.”Behind him, the boy added, “Yep! He prolly gettin’ hard right now.”The guys laughed. Jayce blushed.Based on his academic placements and having taken two classes over the summer at a community college, Jayce was placed in Algebra II.His section of Algebra included a lot. But I could thoroughly enjoy him tonight.I kissed my brother on the mouth, my pussy sliding up his hard dick. I didn’t need foreplay. Not listening to him with Ava while masturbating myself. My sticky fingers stroked his whiskered cheeks, smearing my musk on him.I groaned, feeling his cock nudging at the entrance to my pussy. I grinned, wiggling back and sliding my pussy down his cock. I loved the incestuous union of our body. He grunted into our kiss, his strong hands grabbing my ass.“Sister. He did not seem in pain at all while his ex girlfriends always moaned it was sore, at first of course, until he got them wet and panting for more. But this guy took it with not a sound except soft moans of pleasure. He sure knew how to sit on a man’s cock and Chris liked what he was feeling as he twitched his cock and felt the pussy muscles around it contract and release. He was solidly hard as a rock now and he watched the guy bounce slowly on his daddy dick. Just let him get used to it until. "Only pussies?"I laughed."Yes, and writers and words." As if you were any better than them, Marquis."Yes, as if I, or her, or anyone walking down the street were any better.As I said, we talked much about writing, and it wasn't only once that we discussed endings. "I hate stories which are left open. Kill the main character! It's better than not having him say yes or no."One of the last conversations I had with her was about writing."I think I'll stop writing, Athena."She turned to me,.