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of her pussy
so easily. She was even more surprised at how excited it made
her.
    Traci grabbed her brother’s head in her
hands and pulled him hard into her sex. She pushed with her vaginal
muscles to get all of his cum out of her pussy onto his tongue and
into his mouth that she could.
    Tim really got into licking his cum from his
sister’s pussy because of her strong excited response to what he
was doing. Her excitement, that he was giving her pleasure, excited
him. He loved giving his sister pleasure and this, obviously, was
giving her a whole lot of it.
    “Oh, yes, Tim! Sweetheart! Lover! Oh God Tim
I’m going to come!” Traci said in a loud whisper as she pressed her
pussy hard against her brother’s mouth. The climax swept through
her body in waves, taking her strongly.
    In a few moments her body had relaxed and
her breathing began to get back to normal. Tim had moved up beside
her. “Wow, Traci! You had a good orgasm,” he said.
    Traci’s fingers traced the side of her
brother’s face. She kissed him sweetly. “No, sweetheart. I had a
wonderful orgasm. Thank you, Tim.”
    “Ah, my darling. How can I thank you for all
the pleasure you’ve given me. Oh, Traci, I really do love you, you
know?
    “Yes, Tim. I know, because I really do love
you too.
    “And I don’t know what we are going to do
about that, as you said before,” Tim continued, “but I know we’ll
figured something out. Because I don’t ever want to be without
you.”
    “Oh Tim!” Traci cried and kissed him
fiercely. “Yes. Yes. We will figure it out because I don’t want to
be without you either.
    Brother and sister kissed sweetly for a
while, cuddling close together, caressing each other gently. Then
Tim pulled the sheet up and they fell asleep in each other’s
arms.

CHAPTER
FOUR
    Susan awoke to find herself alone in her
bed. She got up and went into her bathroom to pee, then took a
quick rinse in the shower. She put on a belted silk robe that
stopped mid-thigh. She walked down the hall and looked into her
daughter’s bedroom. The bed was made and there was no sign of
Traci. She walked down to her son’s bedroom. She quietly opened the
door and there, on Tim’s bed, were her son and daughter,
asleep.
    Okay, Susan thought, Traci told me last
night that she and her brother were lovers. So, Traci must have
heard Tim come home last night and got up and came in here. And
they probably made love, too. Hell, she grinned, she was sure they
had.
    Her grin faded. It worried her that Traci
had said she and Tim were more than just lovers, and that they were
in love with each other. The logical conclusion to that situation
would be that they would want to get married, have a family. It was
one thing to have sex with your brother, considering how taboo
incest was. It was quite another thing to want to marry him and an
even greater problem to want to have children with him.
    Susan sighed quietly. They were both smart
kids. Maybe she was being premature. Maybe they did love each
other, but knew that marriage and a family were out of the
question.
    Susan had something else on her mind that
was more pressing. She was having second thoughts about having sex
with her son, regardless of what she had told Traci last night.
    Susan quietly walked into Tim’s bedroom and
over to the side of the bed he was on. She wanted to talk to him,
but she didn’t want to wake Traci up.
    Tim felt something gently shaking his
shoulder. He opened his eyes to see his mother standing over him.
By the light in the room it was early morning. He remembered Traci
was in bed with him and his first reaction was one of dread, of
being caught. Then it all came back to him. Traci had seduced their
mother last night, made love to her, and told her about them being
lovers. Then she had convinced their mother to have sex with
him.
    He had gotten home late and Traci had come
into his room to tell him, then they had made love and fallen
asleep. Maybe this was it. He was going to get

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