Abby was dimly aware of her brother easing himself up onto her body again. She felt his hands exploring her big breasts, touching her belly. Then he kissed her neck. Between her legs she felt him move. Her thighs were pushed open and she realized the pressure against her cunt wasn't just a finger. He entered her easily, his pricktip smoothing back the swollen petals, forcing her hole wide. She lay on the bed, arms out, head to one side, letting him take what he wanted. She was giddy and weak from the force of her own climax. She'd never been bombarded by that much pleasure in such a short time. Her other orgasms seemed like child's play in comparison.
"Abby," Howell grunted, working his shaft deep, fucking her with even, forceful lunges, went on without hesitation, bringing himself quickly to a fever pitch. She could hear the increased tempo of his breathing, the frantic clutch of his hands against her ass as he neared his ultimate pleasure.
She gave a little whine as she sensed the sudden hardness of his thighs and belly. She knew he was going to shoot.
"Ohhh Howell, what if you make a baby?"
"I don't give a good God damn," he grunted and then his words were choked off by the passion. He held to her like a boy lost in a storm. His hips buffeted her as he speared and rammed and then jetted his thick seed into her pussy.
Abby hadn't tried to join him in the pleasure, hadn't meant to get worked up again. But the last few seconds of his lovemaking had gotten to her. She held to him tightly as his balls unloaded. She could feel the tension of her tube closing down again, could feel her own body yearning to have that ecstasy one more time.