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“I'd like to borrow Lee for the massage parlor,” I said, my fingers digging into my brother's muscles. I knew his body. For years, I'd been his lover. I wasn't his only sister to do that. My younger brother had made a harem of his family. For years, we'd loved him. My younger sisters had born him children. Even our mother had delivered Clint a son. My brother had claimed us all when he was still a junior in college. Now he was in his final year of law school. “Lee?” my brother asked. He lifted his head as I worked my fingers into the muscles of his back. He glanced in the corner of the room where our younger half-sister, indian Lee, squirmed. She was chained to a seat, a ring gag in her mouth. Her black hair framed her matures pixyish face, a bob of hair. Even now, as a young adult, she had that bratty look she had when she was eighteen and Clint had first tamed her. Her round breasts jiggled as she squirmed. The chains binding her to her chair clinked. Clint insisted that she be chained and watched them. The buzzing of the vibrator in her cunt churned away. She squirmed, whimpering through her ring gag, her mouth forced open. If Clint wanted, he could fuck his cock into her mouth through the gag. Drool ran down her mouth. She quivered, both her nipples hard. She loved it. She took after her mother, my Aunt Vicky. The more humiliating and painful the acts, the more she got off on it. She would hold off her orgasm for hours, denying the buzzing in her cunt until Clint gave her permission to cum. Then wife she'd explode. “Mmm, why do you need Lee?” Clint asked as my fingers slid around his back. “She doesn't aunty have a massage certification or anything. It's not like she can work there.” My fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders, working the tension out of him. My large breasts swayed back and forth. My pussy clenched as the juices flowed out of me. My hands worked across him, my hips wiggled back and forth. “Well, not as a masseuse, but she can run the front desk,” I said. Siona's mouth sucked so hard about my dick. I like when he isn’t around. She gave a little gasp, pushing her tits toward me. I took her nipples between thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing and rolling them about. I smiled at him and was pleased that I’d had those drinks earlier. I indian wrapped one of the Hotels towels round me but it wasn’t very big and I had to hold the two ends together as I didn’t have much confidence that it would stay in-place on its own. The bell dings for our floor. Her knees were bent towards her chest revealing a generous amount of thigh to me, I'd wife hardly noticed the blue skirt when she'd arrived because of the outpouring of emotion but now I could have a proper look at her smooth legs. To hold themselves over until breakfast, Momo and Sonja crawled over and snuck their lips onto Betty’s nipples, drinking her milk like they had just run a marathon. The entire back wall was an open set of windows making the living room seem much larger than it was. As I pushed into matures her she spits out her makeshift gag and went into what could only be described aunty as a seizure. She thought to herself. A long line had formed before the kiosk I’d set up, curious and eager eyes peering out from behind it. "Can I get you something to drink? "My god it's big!" “Whew!” she exclaimed, “What now?”