I actually called her my mother, because she was always there in my oldest memories. When I was five, I had a half-sister. Early enough so that I woul...d also consider her like a proper one.When were still young, our father's death was a painful event that marked us all and made us closer than ever before. Not that I hated my sister before that : I actually loved spending time with her, playing when we were kids, buy stuff, watch movies, share books... We'd been growing together, after all. Being. "Nobody volunteered so Bob grabbed me throwing me on the bed. Jake was already hard and Bob was almost ready. Bob laid on the bed and told me to get on top of him. I climbed on him and he rubbed his cock on my cunt lips making it harder. Then he pushed it up inside my pussy. I felt Jake behind me and heard Tara say " here's some lub give the woman a break and put it on your dick ."I felt him pressing his oil soaked cock against my asshole. This time as soon as the head was in he slammed his. My face was flushed with both the pleasure and lust he was making me feel, but also the shame of what I knew I had to do. ‘Please,’ I begged, ‘Tom fuck me, please…’ He licked and probed me for a second or two more before his smiling face came into view. He knew he’d won, and that my pleading had been not only a victory for him, but a submission from me. I was his now, his woman, and he was going to take his prize. I lowered my legs, and the relief in my haunches felt wonderful while Tom reached. When I first met him he was gruffy towards me, but when he had been drinking, he changed, and was more sexually suggestive, in fact his three brothers were not married and there was a general lack of female companionship, since their mother walked out, some 15 years prior.I confess to being flattered as a s*******n years old, my head spun with all this male attention, and in such a household, I must have seemed like a sexual goddess.Of course sexual inexperience and amongst males in their.