”“I do, but that doesn't change the fact that you are my baby cousin.”“Whatever.”“Why did you ask about fucking?” Mo asked as he sat bre...akfast down in front of me.“Because I used to hear it being said. 'Fuck me harder', so what were we doing?”“Foreplay. There are a lot of different ways to have sex, there's foreplay-what we have done, making love-it's more sensual, there's more of a connection, and then there's fucking which is just getting down having sex fast and hard.”As he was explaining. Little did I know, the fun that we wound up having would be something completely unexpected, off-the-wall and dirty.But I had no complaints whatsoever. None at all.The vacation planning took the better part of six months. My wife and I had finally agreed to visit the mountains, rent a cabin, see the sights, visit some museums, eat some good food, do the tourist thing, and just get away.We took our stepdaughter Marissa. The three of us always had fun. But knowing it would probably make it a bit. She said get out, and I said no. She was desperate for a pee so just pulled down her tights and knickers, sat down on the loo and proceeded to pee. I was so turned on, I had never seen her do this before (in 18 years together) When she was finished she reached for some paper to wipe her pussy, i said may i help you with that. She stood up, and I don't know what came over me, but I buried my face in her wet pussy and it tasted amazing, her piss and pussy juices all mixed up. I then was needing. The drive to the swimming pool would take up about half an hour. Emma tried to conceal her smile, but was unable to do so. “You’re in an awfully good mood, aren’t you?” I said. “Yes,” she answered. “You didn’t tell anyone about what happened between us, right?” “No, I didn’t. I swear,” Emma told me. The rest of the drive we mostly made small talk. As we arrived, I parked the car and we walked to the entrance of the swimming pool. It had only opened about six months ago. “Two tickets.