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Even Sonny had seemed to act less shy around his sister. Numerous times I know he had gone into the bathroom while Biose was showering.

His need and excuse very often of not being able to wait on her, taking a pee. That had eventually led to a few very important rules around the house.

I knew the shower enclosure was opaque enough that no real intrusion of privacy was ever taken. I had in fact once gone in and done so myself, so I easily accepted and understood the occasional circumstance of this happening.

And in fact, had once been in the shower myself when Biose came into the bathroom in order to do the same thing. The difference being at that time, I'd been masturbating, though I seriously doubted she ever knew that.

After a time, it became almost commonplace. Three siblings sharing a small apartment together, with only one bathroom, two bedrooms. It was inevitable then, that the occasional bumping into one another like this became unavoidable.

And the fact they'd been thrown together the way they had, sharing a room. Well ... even that hadn't been, or seemed all that strange.

They had shared a room for years together at home, until such time at least as Biose started growing breasts, and then mom kicked me out of my room, and made me double up with Sonny so sis could have some "female" privacy, as mom put it.

But this ... seeing what I was standing there watching now, went far beyond any of that. "How long had she been sucking my brother's cock?" I silently asked myself. "And how long ... has he been licking my sister's pussy? Not to mention ... the rest of it.

In a weird, totally twisted way, it certainly made some sense. Being fraternal twins, though certainly not really identical, save for a few similar features perhaps, they had always had this extra special closeness growing up.

Something I had again felt almost jealous of early on. Though I also knew, five years in the beginning was far more of a difference then, than it was now.

At eighteen, my thirteen-year-old siblings were more of a nuisance around me more than anything, though I'd have given my own life up for them had it ever been necessary. Who'd have thought that only two years later, I'd be raising them myself?

Let alone, standing here in the open doorway of the living room, watching the two of them thoroughly enjoying a mutual "69" with one another only a year later than that?




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Hello friends. Here we go on another jolly ride.

You are all welcome.







Forbidden

Frankie



Obviously this had been going on for a while, though I stood there in shock, briefly chastising myself for not realizing it. Not having a clue, a single hint. A myriad of emotions washing over and through me as I stood there, staring. And neither one of them yet aware that their older brother had come home early ... unexpectedly. How many other times before had my own sister and brother, fraternal twins, been so engaged like this before now?

Our parents had died a few years ago in a horrible traffic accident, leaving me as the only living relative capable of raising them, hardly an adult myself at the time when I did. Only five years senior to my siblings, Sonny and Biose had just last year graduated high school, both now working part-time jobs, attending university, and trying to make a better life for themselves, just as I'd been doing.

We'd all been busy, working ... going to school, so much so, that there hadn't been time for any real social life, not for any of us. Something I was now even more painfully aware of.

They were on the couch, each with their heads buried between the others legs, oblivious to my presence, which for the life of me, I had not yet made known to them. My initial thoughts being one of anger, disgust, revulsion at what I was seeing. Impulse to run over, yank them a part, scream, yell ... possibly even hit my younger brother in the face for what he was doing to my sister.

And then she ... likewise just as culpable, her mouth even then bobbing up and down my brother's amazingly hard stiff cock. I stood frozen where I was, unable to move, thoughts of turning away, confronting them later. And yet ... I could do neither. I couldn't confront, couldn't turn, couldn't just walk away. I found myself growing aroused instead, watching them, watching my own siblings so pleasurably enjoying one another. What I found out was ... I was jealous!

I had in the past caught brief glimpses of my sister naked, or partially so. Early on of course, there was much embarrassment on both parts because of it. But as time passed, as we all became more comfortable with the unusual situation we'd been thrown into, Biose at least became less self conscious about it, as did I.

In time, when those moments came, when an inadvertent bumping into one another in the single shared bathroom became unavoidable, we all simply laughed it off, teased, and even flirted just a bit. Though back then, it was indeed a much more innocent flirtation, teasing that most close brothers and sisters would do. Even Sonny had seemed to act less shy around his sister. Numerous times I know he had gone into the bathroom while Biose was showering. His need and excuse very often of not being able to wait on her, taking a pee. That had eventually led to a few very important rules around the house.




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Carry on.

He forcibly made her to roll over so she was lying on her stomach and then anchored her ankle to side of the bed.

He went through her drawers until he found her other stockings. He took one out and tied it around her other ankle.

He tied her ankle to the side of the bed spreading her legs as wide as he could. Nike was now totally helpless and vulnerable. All she could do was sob.

Ibrahim took off all his clothes. He knelt on the floor at her feet and started licking and nibbling her instep and ankles. As he slowly moved up her calves, he ran his hands very softly across her thighs, lower back and her butt.

By the time he got toed the back of her knees fifteen minutes later, she was relaxed and starting to enjoy his touch, not that she was going to let him know. She tried to hold still, calm and quiet, trying to fight off the pleasure.

She tried desperately to hold on to her anger. 
As Ibrahim began to lick, kiss and nibble his way up the inside of her thighs, his hands began to knead her buttocks.

He changed position, laying on his stomach between her legs, caressing her butt with both hands, spreading her cheeks apart.

Nike knew she was losing her fight. She could feel her juices running down across her clit. She could only imagine what her honey pot must look like right now, but even if her body had betrayed her, her mind continued to fight.

She would spout off verbal abuse at Ibrahim ever so often when she knew she was slipping, trying to stay strong. Ibrahim continued to work his way towards her honey pot. He had been slowly making his way up her legs for an hour now.

He could see her honey pot agape and juice running down onto the sheets. If only he could conquer her mind. As he got to her honey pot, Ibrahim spread her cheeks allowing his forehead to come to rest against her bum.

His nose was a half an inch from slipping into her. His tongue caressed each side of her outer labia. Nike's body refused to obey her and she felt her hips try to push back against his face.

Ibrahim's tongue moved to her inner folds, and he began to taste her juices. She was as sweet, soft and delicate as a rose. He moved back a bit and ran his tongue from her bum-hole down through her slit, pulling his tongue away just before it touched her clit.

He felt her body tremble. He repeated the Moment again and again, never touching her clit. Each time her body shook harder and her hips raised more trying to make him touch her clit. He then repeated the Moment using his nose instead of his tongue.

When his nose got to her slit he pushed it into her. He continued to tease her unmercifully until a moan escaped her lips. He then stood up and untied her legs from the bed and rolled her over on her back.

She looked at him with a mixture of hate, anger and lust.

She watched him as his hand got to down and stroked his very rigid dick. It was long and thick and the veins were bulging from being so hard. He kneeled between her legs.




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She nearly did with the sound of his voice telling her this and it was only with the most violent struggle within herself that she stopped the bubble from blowing up into a thousand shattering explosions.

"I would take your orgasm when I want it." His tone sent waves of fury and spasms through her every nerve.

She would cum from his words alone if he told her to. "I would tell you when you may cum and you would be punished if you do not keep to that."

"Yes." She managed. Her body was wriggling like an eel out of water.

She tried to hold onto thought or feeling, but it was like grabbing fistfuls of river water.

Sensations, however, run rampant through her entire being. Her very soul became bright with ache.

He pounded her mercilessly. She could not focus on anything but the deep guttural thrusting and the all-consuming thudding even further inside her body.

Gasps and moans flew from her mixed with half screamed, keening and even grunted as he struck sensitive and incredibly delirious areas so far in her that she never knew such places existed.

Suddenly, it stopped. He moved her back, moved her to the floor, back to the bed again and shoved his cock down her throat in one competent motion.

His groan sent waves of molten pleasure circling her intestines. She lived to please him. The hours that have already passed in his hands, being so completely taken. In such wanton destruction.

With such force and ravaging fury. She could only abandon all pretense of wanting to do anything but be his.

He stepped between her legs again and forced them wide open. She could feel the damp underneath her from the last time she sat here and could feel the flow of moisture crescendo.

The pool was growing beneath her buttocks and would only get worse.

His hands reached down and took her tits into a handling embrace. One after the other. Gripping as much as would fit, shifting until all of it had been massaged, then pinching the nipple until she wanted to yell for more.

He did this over and over until she wanted him to either tear them off her in vicious need or give them his full attentions. Either one at this point would work for her. She could hardly concentrate on his cock the way he kept toying with them.

She rocked her head back and forth to try to make his cock feel her desperation and depravity. She swallowed and shoved at his groin.

Her hands, forgotten in her need, now suddenly realized they could reach his balls and they worked to press cum from him. She wanted him to shoot in her mouth.

She imagined it pumping gallons down her throat until it filled her up and runs out the corners even as she sucked him hard again.
The searing heat from her bottom made her realize she just had her first spanking and she wanted more.

She had never felt so known. Every pore. Every hair. Every delicate cell. Her first time lying over the edge of her bed being taken. The first time she was penetrated to such depths and the first time told to hold back from orgasm. She thought wryly, the first time she could have cum from being bleeped.

She almost drifted away wondering how you could be married for twenty years and had so many firsts from the next man you're ever with.

She would simply have floated off into amazed and detached consideration if he did not take that exact moment to jerk his cock out of her mouth again.



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