To preserve our incestuous love, we’d decided to not play. We’d forfeit and defeat each other. One of us would lose our futa-dick, but at least we... wouldn’t help it happen. It was so wonderfully romantic.It made me love my sister even more. My futa-dick had twitched and throbbed as I leaned in to kiss my own flesh and blood.“Sorry,” the voice said coming from above.I looked up at the rock my sister and I were leaning against on the bank of the Year’s Divide River and saw a face peering down at. “Uh.. I guess,” I finally said, “Just.. let me go put some pants on.”“Well, I mean.. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he mumbled, I don’t think he expected me to hear it but I did. I felt my face getting even hotter and my panties getting even wetter. He walked in and closed the door, but I just stared at him and eventually asked, “What?”“What?” He looked back.“What’d you just say?” I could see his fingers wriggle in his pocket more.“What do you mean?” “Stop with the game, I heard what. It even smelled beautiful. The manly tang of sweat mixed with insipient semen never attracted her. In fact it could be a repellent. But his somehow excited her. As did the taste and texture her tongue explored where her eyes had. And the subtle pulsing and the slight expansion and the moan she heard and felt at her pussy. He gave her such pleasure. She could give him his.“Cynthia,” he moaned. “Roll on the condom.”“No,” she said, and continued to suck and lick his cock.“Okay,” he laughed within. "I'm Betty Martin, Mrs. Burns' maid Sir and I have been sent here to dosome cleaning for Mrs. Howells." Fine! Come in," he said. "We will make good use of you!"Mrs Howells then appeared, accompanied by a girl aged about five and aboy aged about three. As she greeted Betty they were asking "Who is thislady, Mum?" "This lady is Betty Martin" she replied "and Mrs. Burns hassent her over to clean up your new Play Room." "That's the room Daddy has been altering for us!" they told Bettyexcitedly,.