silky white thong on hot babe

Mom left the room to make a late dinner. She left me alone in bed with Susan and I started making plans for our familiy's future. I realized that as much as I enjoyed raping my sister, it would not have worked if I had not blackmailed her too. I was wrong, one rape had not changed my sister. It had taken time, effort, fear, love and a sick twisted bastard named Jaz. But really the pictures had been the key, the controlling factor. They had given me leverage and ultimately won me my sister's love. I needed something similar on my mom. Raping her would not be enough. I had to catch her in the act, on film--get hard evidence of something so perverted she would do anything to avoid letting it come out. That's where my sisterr came in. We were going to set my mom up. To make it look like she was having a lesbian affair with her teen aged daughter. I'd get it on tape, send fake e-mails, and have my sister's testimony to nail it down. If it got out she would be humiliated publically, lose her job, get next to nothing in the divorce--oh yeah and go to jail. All mom would have to do to stop it from being on the news, and in the courts was be our little mommy fuck slut. It wasn't going to be easy, I knew that. But if I was patient, careful I could get them both. Sometime after midnight I woke up with my sister and we made love, not because of a picture, but because we wanted to. To prove my love I gave Susan the 18 remaining polaroids. She was suprised and started crying. She kissed me and crawled in my lap and just held me for a really long time. "Thank you John. Thank you for giving me back my life. I love and trust you completely. In fact I want you to have this, as a symbol of our love. You still own me, I still belong to you. Always," she whispered into my chest as she gave me back a single picture of me fucking her sweet ass. When I started this I wanted to save my parents marriage. But now, I wonder if I really want to share my two sexy, beautiful women with anyone, even my dad. Maybe, but maybe not. For as long as I remember I have wanted to fuck her brains out. My sister, Amber, is gorgeous. At 5'4", she looks like a pixie, sweet and delicate. Petite features that look like they would break under my hands. Creamy, white skin with pink rose petal accents. Slight breasts, firm and perky B cups. A tiny waist with hip bones gently rounded. Long legs that end in perfect feet and delicate toes. Her eyes are round and innocent, blue the color of the sky. White, blond hair that looks silver in some lights, cascading gently over her shoulders. A cute little button nose and dimples that make my ehart pound. I want to fuck her so bad, but I could never hurt her. It started as a fascination. I started looking for ones like Amber. Nameless to me, but gorgeous like my sister. I needed one. I needed to fantasize it was her, to feel her under me, around me. It was a need that became an obsession. I found her about a year after I started looking. God, she was Amber's twin! Even down to the pixie toes painted a light pink in the sandals. Her body, was perfect. Her hair was just right, but her eyes were a clear blue just a bit greyer. I watched her. She flirted with her friends, her short shorts almost showing her cute little bottom. I got hard imagining slipping them off of her. She wore a blue tank top that would easily be torn of off her. I saw her breasts wiggle delightfully as she moved. It was getting dark when she finally left her friends. She walked, alone, towards her car. Her tiny back pack hung down over her ass and swung back and forth in time to her hips. I had parked my van next to her. All I had to do was move. I waited until she bent down to unlock her door and then struck. I grabbed her from behind, my hand wrapping around her waist, careful not to hurt her. That would be later. My other hand held a rag soaked in chloroform. She didn't even have time to scream before she went limp. I quickly moved her into my van.

silky white thong on hot babe