I spent those minutes in self-interrogation, asking myself what had happened at the viewpoint, what my feelings, my response had meant for me and more importantly what it had meant for my grieving sister. Gasps registered with me, almost as distant sounds filtering through the roaring in my ears as we came closer and closer to the ultimate taboo, closer and closer to committing incest together. Luce, two of those guys wanted your phone number. It’s like I’ve been dead for months and somehow you’ve brought me back to life. I wonder what it will be like to feel you cum inside me, to feel all that sperm hitting me, soaking me?”
All of a sudden one of her words stood out as if it had been shouted; “will”. Somehow she seemed just a bit more at ease with me than with anyone else. Going too fast on a curve, the police said. I was happy to comply with her request. Did Mom suspect anything? Finally she turned, leaned over, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I was rewarded with her eyes, still locked on mine, suddenly opening wide followed by her wide grin as we reached our goal, as my cock pressed fully into her, as its head felt her cervix pressing against it.
