my hot adoped sister rachel

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He had just walked in to the bathroom, tired and ready for bed, he knew that he should have knocked, but he was tired and as he walked in he saw something he would never forget. There standing before him naked was Rachel.
She tried to put a towel on, but the image was already burned into his head.
"Sorry" he said as he went back to his room, harder than he had ever been. After that night he knew that … ( suggestions)
 
BraOnMe23 said:
.......After that night he knew that … (suggestions)

After that night, he knew that he would have to have her. His brain would never forget her; his cock would certainly never forget her. She would have to be his or he would never be satisfied with any woman.

She wasn't really his sister, after all, since she was adopted. But he knew that his parents would never forgive them. He knew that society would always condemn them. And he knew that, if he should succeed in making her his own, they would be condemning themselves to a life of ostracism and contempt.

But he also knew one final thing, and he knew it with the rock-solid certainty of a religious fanatic: He knew that he didn't care about any of that! She would be his!!
 
Carnevil9 said:
After that night, he knew that he would have to have her. His brain would never forget her; his cock would certainly never forget her. She would have to be his or he would never be satisfied with any woman.

She wasn't really his sister, after all, since she was adopted. But he knew that his parents would never forgive them. He knew that society would always condemn them. And he knew that, if he should succeed in making her his own, they would be condemning themselves to a life of ostracism and contempt.

But he also knew one final thing,
he had seen her eyes going down to his pant's as if she wanted to know if he had made him hard.
 
my hot adoped sister rachel(sugestions)

He had just walked in to the bathroom, tired and ready for bed, he knew that he should have knocked, but he was tired and as he walked in he saw something he would never forget. There standing before him naked was Rachel.
She tried to put a towel on, but the image was already burned into his head.
"Sorry" he said as he went back to his room, harder than he had ever been. After that night, he knew that he would have to have her. His brain would never forget her; his cock would certainly never forget her. She would have to be his or he would never be satisfied with any woman.

She wasn't really his sister, after all, since she was adopted. But he knew that his parents would never forgive them. He knew that society would always condemn them. And he knew that, if he should succeed in making her his own, that he would be her first time. He knew that he could not take her cherry away, but in his hart he knew that he wanted her. (suggestions)
 
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