...;” He stroked her fingers with his own. She was still enraged, but stopped struggling. “Fuck you…go fuck Allison…” She was weakening; her breath quickened, her skin heated. “She was just a chick to get me here with you…I‘d go to extremes to be able to have sex with you here sis…” Bart put his hands back on Lisa’s waist, slowly wrapping around her tummy, tickling her a bit.
“Bart. Don’t try to…” “..Forgive me?” He leaned in, nibbling on her neck lightly, trying to stimulate the spots that he knew she was vulnerable to… his hands went upwards, and found Lisa’s beautiful breasts. He rubbed up and down her tight shirt front, scanning her chest, down to her stomach, back up again, stimulating her over and over... “…..” She was silent, feeling those motions paralyzed her. The rage began to subside as more pleasure filled emotions surfaced. “Do you like that, little sister..?” A sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“Ah…..” She sighed softly, helping her brother play with her tits from the outside, molding one and then the other. “Touch me….play with those tits…Oh Bart…Bart…” “Mmm…“*smack. Slurp* They French kissed without any boundaries, saliva spilling from their mouths. She started grinding, absolutely out of control, forcing ...