In the bed, Lorraine’s juices continued to drip down her slit and onto her ass until it pooled on the sheet beneath her. Lorraine still had an itch deep inside her pussy that she knew her brother could easily satisfy, but kept her distance from him. Some nights the two worked their tall frames into tense shakes as the waves of ecstasy rolled through their muscles. Air found itself stuck in his windpipe as his balls tightened and his body tensed. Wet spots were growing as her hand mashed the material around her mound, listening intently to the moans and groans her brother was making in the next room. Her fingers furiously worked her clit as her other hand started to search for his growing cock. Months rolled slowly by, days seemingly flying from dusk to dawn at rapid speed as Lorraine and Rob shared furtive glances, their brown and blue eyes locking together before quickly turning in another direction.
