Close Encounters of the F*m*ly Tree

"Oh! Sorry."
"It's okay. Nothing you haven't seen before, right?"
"Why is it hard?"
"I don't know. It's been a minute I guess."
"It's been a while for me too."
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Uh maybe. What were you thinking?"
"That we could uh, well, you know."
"Say it! I want to hear you come right out and say it to me."
"I want to fuck you!"
"You sure?"
"Yes!" Julie leaned into me grabbing my cock. It throbbed in her hand. My hand slid onto her bush with my finger inside her. She was soaking wet. Our lips met. It was a passionate wet kiss. We forgot who we were to each other lost in a hormonal fueled passion for sex. We both wanted it badly. We wound up on her bed in a sixty-nine position. Once I made her squirt, she straddled me, and we began fucking slowly. Our eyes stared at each other as we fucked. We both looked down watching her bush pumping my hard cock. It was the most passion and desire I had felt in years. Her pussy began to squirt. I started to come. She sped up taking every bit of my come inside her hot pussy. It felt amazing. She collapsed into my arms, and we laid there catching our breath. My cock still inside her. My hand slid down to her crack sliding into her rubbing her sphincter.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, careful. You'll make me want to go again." My finger slid into her hole.
"Maybe I want to fuck my s*st*r again."
"Are we meant for this?"
"Evidently. I could get used to this."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, me too." We began fucking again. We rolled over and I began thrusting into her. We enjoyed another two hours of dirty, forbidden taboo fun. It was spectacular fucking my s*st*r. That woman can fuck great!