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As he sat he stretched his legs between hers and when he was in place he was looking at her sweet round butt cheeks, the form of her cunt at the top of her legs. He reached up, held Morgan by the waist and pulled her down to sit on him, his erection jutted from the water at the junction of her thighs, pressed on the slit of her body. Resigned to her fate and not needing to be told what to do Morgan lifted off her brother enough to hold his cock in place while she sat slowly, easing him into her. His erection was bigger than Eric’s, longer, thicker and she felt a moment of angst that it would hurt but when she rested on his groin she realized that his size wouldn’t be a problem. Brad held her hips, rolled his ass and started fucking her. Morgan accepted that she had to do this but was glad he was behind her, she did not want to see who’s prick she was riding, the shame would have been unbearable. Brad was living a fantasy. Ever since his sister started wearing makeup he had been thinking about this moment. The moment he could shove his hard cock into her as far as she could take him. He sat up straight which forced Morgan to bend forward, to keep from tipping too far she put her hands on the end of the tub. Brad’s hands moved from her hips to her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples as he plunged up and in, pulled down and out of the tender trap between her thighs. As the minutes passed Morgan became aware something was going on in her body, she felt her cunt warming, getting wetter, slicker than the water would cause. Her nipples stretched under her brother’s caresses, her breath came quicker. To her total horror she realized she was getting turned on, Brad fucking her was starting to feel good. She tried to utter words of disgust but the sound that issued from her throat sounded more like a moan of pleasure. Just when she shuddered with an unwanted sexual thrill Brad pushed her off his cock amateur and started clouding the water with jets of cum. When she saw the last milky stream billow from the end of his erection she stood then stepped out of the tub grabbing a towel to cover herself. She turned to Brad who was just standing from the water, her eyes magnetized to that part of him that had penetrated her and felt a shiver of pure sexual frustration that he had not brought her to peak. She looked from his still hard cock to his eyes then turned and fled, not from him, but from the thought she needed him to finish the job. As Morgan ran he wasn’t only watching her, he was feeling her still. First was the feeling of how her sex accepted him then came the realization that she was getting turned on. The longer he screwed Morgan the more relaxed, warm and tender her body became. When she moaned and began to move with him he went into sensory overload and climaxed. And if he thought it may have been his imagination or ego, the final look from her before she turned away was a lust laden come on. Fucking had made her horny. Brad stepped out of the tub then followed his sister’s wet footprints. She was standing by her bed facing the door poised expectantly, the towel held in asses place by a tuck over her breasts. Brad came close, took her hand pulled her to sit beside him on the bed then asked “Are you okay?” He wasn’t really worried if she was okay, he needed to say something to break the ice. Morgan confessed modestly, “It wasn’t as bad as I thought.” Her brother smiled, “You kind of liked it didn't you?” She burned red in the face, the blush flowed from her cheeks, down her throat then across her breasts but she couldn’t admit what she had felt in the final moments. She locked her eyes on Brad’s and knew he knew what she was feeling. He read her like a 1st grade book, she had the indian look, the same look Marlene wore before sex. His prick which hadn’t really diminished swelled and solidified again. He drew his sister from her sitting position to her back on the bed the pulled the towel from her and let it fall open. Brad rolled up and over between her legs then slid the thick head of his cock down and up her cunt three times. Morgan felt a fire start in her loins but had to protest, “Brad, no, not again.” Even as she said it she knew it was a token protest, an attempt to keep her honor but the strength of the desire that enveloped her caused her to widen the space between her legs; without thought she moved them apart giving Brad the freedom and permission to take her. It looked like drawing a shocked face on a marshmallow then putting it in the microwave. “Until I’m out in public. As we approached the car in the mall underground parking garage I asked her if she wanted her panties back. “Naked? I would not cheat on John. Lance couldn't look at them either. If you never want to see me again, I’ll asses understand, but consider your debt forgiven.” She stared at me, thoughtfully, inscrutably. “Do you think she heard us? “Of course,” I moaned. "I'm sorry, I just had this view of you in my head, I was 14 when you vanished, I idolized you, you were always so nice indian to me and when you left I was devastated. He looked down at her as he held her head with both hands, her lips parted around the amateur head of his dick. He loved her pussy juice. We'd done it in the mall. “Can you have congress with… us?” I sat in a chair and held Lucy’s hand while we waited for Dr. Murphy to check on Lucy’s progress. I was silent throughout it all, because for some dumb reason, I felt I deserved this for the way I was with Sara all those years ago.