Last time in my story I and my shemale step-sister fucked in our front room and it was the best sex I ever had and after the sex my step sister Patsy ...went to the bathroom to have a shower and I decided to join her in the shower.I got off the couch and went to the bathroom that Patsy went to and luckily for me Patsy left the door unlocked, so I entered the bathroom quietly to a beautiful view of my sexy ebony step-sister bending over to was her legs in the glass shower showing me her little cock. Since they were devout Christians, birth control was not an option, and most definitely not abortion. Our closet capers were the only way she could "scratch the itch" to her satisfaction, but there was no way she would let my babymaker anywhere near her unprotected hole.Time passed. Things continued with regularity, except there was something in the back of my mind, something growing. Her tantalizing fertility, and her choosing me to assuage her appetites were an unbalancing factor in my. The weekends were heaven on earth for me, but the rest of the week was sheer hell. When you moved to Paris, I insisted on letting you live your own, independent life, even though the Neanderthal macho in me wanted to lock you up, keep all other men from seeing your beauty."I never asked what you got up to during the week, because I was worried I might not like what I'd hear. I didn't want to nourish my jealousy. I didn't want you to know how the thought of you meeting and getting to like. Nytoya will return in a moment with our breakfast; after you eat, perhaps you will be better able to follow our logic."Steve was beginning to miss the quiet, thoughtful women he'd met yesterday; they'd obviously been replaced by a set of clones with much more assertive personalities. He was saved from digging himself in deeper by Nytoya's arrival, bearing a tray with an assortment of drinks and food.She walked in, set the tray on one table, then laid out a place setting, plate, and cup of.