“JOHN, WHAT ARE YOU-”
You place a hand over her mouth. “Lauren, were you… “W-wait… In this moment, several things happen. well, she made you hard, to put it simply. but as you do, you can’t help but notice that she’s having to brush up against you to reach for the suit, and the farther away she has to reach, the more of her body comes in contact with yours… baser instincts and wade back into the pool with her bikini. She grabs your wrist and tries to pull you away, shrieks muffled under your other hand. You can barely stand it. “Uh… “No! You back away, sticking your tongue out and teasing her… Her, her body, her eyes, her naked flesh, HER. There IS no sound for being so comprehensivley violated by your brother. I’m not even…”
You rip your swim trunks away and feel your length brush between her thighs. “John… No no NO. An almost child-like build, kinda like your-
No. You can hear her groaning and panting as you thrust thrust thrust slowly and deliberately into her. “See, isn’t this good?” you whisper into her ear. Her pussy seems just little bit wetter now, and her hips are grinding against yours. Maybe she was a virgin? And then open them when you hear a voice.
