Michael. Her Michael. Her darling boy. ‘It’s alright,’ she tries to murmur soothingly. ‘It’s alright.’ But the words sound wrong to her ea...rs. Her teeth are loose, she realises, tasting blood in her mouth. His words are a litany in her ears. ‘I’m sorry. I love you. Please don’t leave me.’ And then she hears nothing at all. * * * In the morning she wakes to find blood on the pillow, a dark brown stain that has somehow formed the morbid shape of a blurred heart. She stares at it for a moment then. I had my back to her and had a light shiver as I felt the chill of her cold naked body against mine. She wrapped her arm around me, at which point I turned to face her, met by the smell of a cheap tequila…She smiled at me, purring like a kitten.“Hi, my love, you didn’t wait up” She said.I answered I was too tired.She smiled at me again whilst running her hand down my back, before gently tickling my behind. I shivered as my whole body began to tingle.She moved her hand round to my groin and. I stopped thrusting and pulled her back onto my dick, pushing as deep into her womb as I was capable. Holding her there, I emptied my overfilled testicles with repeated spasms, that seemed to start somewhere around my asshole, and pick up speed until they pushed a huge surge of hot cum out the tip of my cock. The surges of cum blasting into her pussy were more powerful than usual, and seemed to go on for twice as long. I was cuming so hard it was almost painful, and she kept repeating, "Oh my. Only now, for a reason that I couldn'tbegin to comprehend, she wasn't my sister. I wasn't her brother. I washer daughter, the daughter who, without warning, somehow had become thechild from hell shortly after Sarah and her husband divorced about sixmonths ago.I fully could understand her yelling at Becky. They had been quarrelingfrom almost the minute they arrived, about one thing or another,including Becky's clothes and her attitude. But I couldn't understandSarah yelling at me.Only... I could.