"Oh, God! Just a few more strokes!"

She went rigid, then lay under me like a limp doll. Her movements were as if in a trance while her eyes looked around the room seeing nothing.

"Oh fuck, little brother, I want you in me all the time!"

There was a noise in the house. We moved like a couple grade school kids trying to not get caught doing simething they shouldn't. We got our clothes on, but no one came to the door. We looked at each other and laughed.

Mom was right. She didn't get a chance for me to fuck her, it being Christmas Eve Day. My brother...