She yowled in pain as Zanyia kicked out hard.The enemy lamia flew over Zanyia's head and hit the ground a good ten feet away, rolling to anal a gasping stop.She walked girl over and looked down at me and I noticed her black leather boots that went over her knees.The first few weeks were like walking on egg shells not wanting to do or say the wrong thing, but slowly life became normal and l was told to call them Robert and Silvia not uncle or aunt, Robert was a shift worker in the local food factory, my aunt used to work at the same place.My dick throbbed, staring at her pussy.No darling, I want you to continue with Dakota, which I’m sure she’s happy about the possibility of spending play time with you.Please, don't say things like that.She then confided in me and said I cannot remember the last time a guy asked me what I wanted to do, sexually.I howled as my incestuous orgasm exploded through asshole me.My bowels writhed and spasmed about his cock.Right, he said, come with me. I followed him to what I huge assumed was creampie a ‘private’ room in one corner of the main room.And that was something Jim never did, whenever he was fucking me . Instead, he would always inevitably ram it all the way home, and then start bicycling his legs (to rock his hips from side-to-side), while he was releasing his sperm, with the ballooned-out head of his dick firmly rubbing from side-to-side, directly up against the neck of my uterus.I curiously reached underneath Jim's balls, and scooped up some of the leaking sperm onto my fingertips, before carefully and intentionally transferring Jim's sperm up into my own freshly-creampied vagina.Where is the greatest concentration of hard dicks in town?Oh, this is amazing! Remember the bet you made me the other night? John said.And Val anal started giggling. Shame on you, John, you naughty boy! Val said with a big smile on her face, and then winked at him. Shame on you, too, huge John replied, and winked right back at her.* * * * *CHAPTER 152008: The New Wife * * * * *The real Valerie--a.k.a. Val, John's twin sister--went on to become quite the nymphomaniac. Throughout high school and college, Val changed boyfriends like she was girl changing clothes, all the while, confiding to John about her personal experiences with each different boyfriend.John used to kid her each time she started dating a new guy, by asking her if she had finally found the perfect penis yet.And Val's answer would always be the same: Yeah. But unfortunately, it belongs to my own brother. And John had always loved to hear her say that.John used to also warn Val that if she kept screwing creampie all those different guys, without ever using any birth control, she'd eventually end up getting pregnant, and not even know who the father was.And Val used to always blow him off, by saying something like, Well, that's my business, and not yours Little Brother. Val liked to occasionally emphasize the fact that she was born just a few minutes before John was, thereby technically making her the slightly-older twin.After college, Val had had an unbroken string of live-in boyfriends, none of them ever lasting more than a year or so.And she never did get pregnant, despite her total disregard for birth control methods.Val died at the age of 48 from ovarian cancer. And in her will, she had named John as the executor and sole heir to her entire estate, which turned out to be a very small one, once all of her debts were paid off.A few days after Val's death in 1999, while John had been over at her apartment, going through all her possessions and trying to determine what he should do with them, he had opened up one of her dresser drawers, and it had been filled with her bras and panties. Almost all of her pieces of underwear were white, and very plain looking, asshole with no frills or lace anywhere to be found.Underneath the pile of Val's underwear, John had found a dual 5 x 7 photo frame that was hinged together on one side. He had opened up the double frame, and on the right side was a small photo of him and Val together at the beach in their outdated, odd-looking swimsuits.