Do I get to fuck you in your own bed?She screamed in my ear, Yes Johnny, yes!I didn’t intend it as humor, he replied tersely.They would not corrupt him.She flashed back to the coy little old smile Leah had given her before going to the bathroom.I have a Lesbian wife and kids and my own pressures.’ This is a lie, but usually very effective.When you're ready to exhale, granny blow the smoke so I can take a second-hand hit.My niece's stomach flexed.I push myself up trying to remember what just happened.That's it, Jenny! No, Ally cries, her face a mosaic of fear, shame and a hint of approval, it’s just my body; it’s not me. So, it’s your body that wants your brother’s tongue inside you, I coo to her as my knuckles curl and my fingertips find the elastic waistband of her panties, there’s some duality to you, it seems. Glad it’s not just Jake and I that have conflicting voices in our head. I drag my fingers down, bringing my sister’s panties with them. My knuckles dig gently into the soft flesh of Ally’s ass, her supple glutes welcoming me with their warmth and give. I reveal the divide of my sister’s backside, and stare unabashedly at the prize beneath her cloth. Jake had watched a lot of old porn in his time, but he’d never laid eyes on an ass like this before. Pale, soft skin formed over two perfect domes, their bottoms creasing delectably at the thigh, forming the protrusion of her womanly apple. My greed takes me, and I hurriedly rip Ally’s panties granny down to her knees. She cries a muffled sob into the pillow, but then she looks back. I meet her gaze and smile. Her face is still a portrait of loathing Lesbian and fear, but the curiosity and desire is gaining traction. Part of her wants to see what I’ll do. Part of her is begging me to go further.