Her little brother’s dick was part of the only man she wanted to share her pussy with. Unlike Sharon, Lynette wanted a hard grinding fuck, meaning h...ard pounding one minute and grinding our crotches together the next, with no set pattern as to what I would do next until the end was near, as with most sex it is hard pounding in the end. “Oh shit, little brother, you are making me cum, baby! I am so glad we are here with you now, I love fucking you so much.” Lynette said. Between her kind words. I hadn't noticed her before because I'd been staring at mom's naked body. But now that I was looking at her, I could see her tits, which were smaller than but just as perfect as mothers.I wanted to look under the table to see if she shaved her pussy too, but knew that if I did I'd never hear the end of it."Hey Bobby, you want something to drink?" she asked as she got up from the table."Yes," I barley managed to croak in response.I couldn't believe my eyes. Her butt was round and soft looking. CHAPTER 3For the first time in a good while I woke up well rested. Rationally,the situation was oppressive, but I was wading through it without losingmyself or my hope. If I my spirit remained flexible, it couldn't bebroken.After psyching myself for the day in the cold shower, I returned to tryon the new clothes my fabricator had made.I had two fresh sets of underwear, including comfortable bras for myswollen chest. Cuteness had served me well, so my new skirt was pleated,if short. The. Kissy didn’t know what to expect, maybe screaming? Thrown objects? Insults? She was used to most of them. Instead all she got was the soft click of a door being shut. “Kissy?” Kelly was walking towards her with a soft expression on her face. Kissy nearly broke down crying.“Kissy is this why you won’t shower with the rest of us?” The smirk on the President’s face was unmistakable as it was kind. “Oh you silly little thing.” a hug. A fucking hug. After all this time worrying about being thrown.