She plunged her head down again, this time four, maybe five inches down. She stuck her tongue out and flicked it back and forth on my shaft. With her ...hand she pulled my balls towards her mouth. With one last attempt, she speared her head down harder than before, but she had hit a brick wall. At this point I knew a couple things. One, I had three more inches of cock I had to get into her mouth. Two, I knew her mouth wasnt 5 inches deep. That meant my cock was part way in her throat, and if it. I stood up, not speaking to either of them as I left the room, only to hear a “Good job, you chased him off!” come from Rebecca.Okay, so this was getting odd – Incest between Julie and I was hard enough to get used to. Rebecca just moves in as my STEP sister and starts hitting on me? Do these two not know the definition of the word “sibling?” As long as I didn’t give in, or look at her, or breathe in her direction, I should be fine. The only issue I could find that even remotely involved me was. His name was Richard Paling, he was 22 and six foot two inch with a perfect physique, a cock to match and a self-deprecating sense of humour that had the girls eating out of his hand, though that was hardly what the naked blonde with large breasts was doing at that precise moment. "Good to see you could make it Rog' old son. You know what they say, 'better late than never'." After pointing to a spot where several dozen cans of beer could be seen the tall, blonde haired Paling patted the blonde. A few months had passed, and we headed to Michigan. I believe we were somewhere around Detroit parked at a truck stop. For this part, I need to explain that whenever we got out or into the truck he would open the door and help me. I haven’t opened a door in three and a half years.Anyway, when we walked he would always gently wrap his hand around the back of my neck. I loved when he did that. I was after all completely all his at this point. We had walked into the truck stop to get a few things.