Brad had been a teenager at the time. Their moods became more melancholy as the evening wore on because they knew this would be their last night together for some time. “Hmm, shrimp,” she said as she tasted, swallowed and scooped a stray bullet of semen off of her chin. They each came, seconds apart, with huge grins on their faces. “What’s up with you and Brad?” her father asked nonchalantly, taking Maggie by surprise. His dick was already pumped up. They went to the kitchen together, found the bottle and poured a couple drinks into coffee cups. It had been a long time and she was savoring every touch of his lips, every flick of his tongue, as he worked his way down the front of her. Simple, but comfortable. Not yet. Why?”
“Would you come to visit? One big room, which was both living and sleeping space, and a loft. Maggie’s body was slim and agile, like a dancer or gymnast, and her legs kicked like a hyena as she used her pussy muscles to squeeze it out of him. Eat light before the big feast. It was more of a shock, him being your younger stepbrother, and all. It was dark but the night was starlit and they could clearly see the treeline across the yard.
