Her juices must have going because there was little resistance between our reproductive equipment. Even thinking that ... ran a chill down my down and... I flexed.“Oooh, I love that so much big brother ... do it again, please?”I did, pleasing her wonderfully. I assumed the other ladies had been watching this from the beginning, but I wasn’t going to look over at them at all. My sister, my lover, was fucking me and loving every millisecond of it.After she got down to where we were rubbing up. . We left your world, I mean her world, fromAthens. The Athens of that world had one of the largest communitiesof survivors in Georgia, or so I'd heard from various people during mybrief visit in 1996 -- I mean a stable community. There were probablymore survivors total living in Atlanta and Decatur, mostly scavengersrather than the farmers we found near Athens, but they were fightingeach other all the time and we avoided that area."It was soaked with despair when I visited there the first. . Sorry, I never kissed ...She smiles and then unbuttoned my shirt quickly tearing even two buttons in passing under the influence of excitement.- don't worry, you don't need to apologize, you are like a king here ... and I will satisfy my king ...She lays me down on the sofa and comes over me to lick my neck sensually then she goes down on my chest or she gently licks my nipples before continuing her way lower and lower, she kisses my stomach while their hands are who undo the button and lower. "There's a young woman in the bar asking for you. I told her I'd send you in," she said to me when I got close to her.With some trepidation I headed back inside. 'What the fuck does she think she's playing at?' I asked myself on the way in, for some reason assuming it was going to be Lindsey. It wasn't; I discovered my sister, Julia, sitting at a table in the bar, nursing a coffee."What are you doing here?" I asked as I took the seat opposite her."We've been worried about you, Mack. You might.