The incredible bliss of feeling his cock plunge in and out of his big sister's silken pussy is just too much. Unable to resist he quickens his thrusts. Listening to his sister moan erotically he kisses her, feeling his sister's tongue slipping into his hungry mouth as the two of them get lost in their own world of erotic taboo ecstasy.
He thrill to the joy of feeling and hearing his hot sister moan as he continues to slam into his sister as hard as he can. He can't resist the urge to unleash the powerful final eruption of his orgasm erupting inside her: his sister! Suddenly remembering who he is fucking, he tries to pull out; but the feeling of her around his cock is just too much. "To hell with the consequences!"
Rolling Jenny over, he continues to slams into that gloriously receptive twat as he cums, driving deep into her, sending them both to the heights of bliss. There in this shabby motel room he hears himself say, "Take it, Jenny! Take my cock! Take my cum!!! Oh, sis, I love you!" Nothing has ever felt so good, so RIGHT, as the feeling of his cock spurting thick creamy wads of cum into his own sister! He feels so guilty and yet so excited.
Spent, exhausted and sated he finishes slowly, his thrusts slowing as he keeps sliding his pulsing member in and out of her. With his cock still buried deep inside his beloved older sister, he considers the possible ramifications of his seed in his sister's open womb. He smiles a little smile of total abandon, 'This is what paradise must be like!'
However, as this glimpse of heaven fades away, and reality begins to intrude into their thoughts, all their worries begin to re-appear. The creepy old man watching the two of them has his cock out, a handful of jizzum caught in a crusty old handkerchief. The total bliss of the moment suddenly melts away, leaving both of them in a state of guilty disgust and weariness. The old man, smirking, wipes his hand ostentatiously on the handkerchief before pulling a wad of dirty ten- and twenty-dollar bills out of his greasy leather wallet ("Souvenir of Seattle World's Fair, 1965," Jenny notices irrelevantly). "Here it is, kids; four hundred dollars. If you want to stay another night all you got to do is perform another show like that and we're square." he says with a vile smirk on his wizened face.
But, now that they have some money, all that they can both think about is leaving this town; this whole damned state. One thing they do know is that their relationship will never be the same. |