I weep to think of a brother and sister, never to knowthe true love of Family; instead squabbling over toys andfighting, rather than enjoying each oth...er's body the waynature intended. To be a little girl, NEVER going to sleepwith her brother's prick buried in her tight little slit,still leaking brotherly cum into her body. To be a boy,never to feel his sister wrapped around his penis as they goto sleep at night, cuddled up in the love for each otherthat only siblings can know. To never feel. We piled everything back into ourvehicle and attended services after Rachel and Olivia drove away with himin their car. We came home to our Sunday afternoon and evening. It wasquieter than usual, with each of us more or less keeping to ourselves. Iknew I had to call Cynthia of course, and eventually did, but for themoment I had to go into Skyla's room and sit for a while.I found his diary, the one Liv had given him, lying among a pile ofschool books on his little table. I thumbed through it.. It had gotten so I really didn't pay that much attention to the keys now. I'd noticed some people wore them proudly making as bracelets, making a point to shake them when reaching for their drink. Other people would nod and simply slide them in their pocket, never to been seen again, a lot like mine. Ah well. All in good fun I suppose.The rain hadn't held off and had started again with a sprinkle. Together we'd ran back to the house dodging rain drops and laughing; feeling silly for worrying. Her mother's milk flooded into my mouth. I drank her treat down with hungry gulps. I shuddered in delight as Sarah cradled my head. The milk poured down my throat as I savored every sweet, creamy treat.Rex ate me harder, his blue eyes flashing up. I could tell he was excited by the display. I bucked into his hungry mouth. His tongue swirled through all my holes as his fingers caressed my lips. I sucked hard on Sarah's teat when Rex thrust a pair of fingers into my depths. I clenched down on.