Part 01.2
"I'll see what I can do," Ashely said trying not to tear up, "now let's get you dressed, okay? Then we'll brush your hair, and if you like I'll help you bathe when we get back." Ashely just couldn't believe how accepting Mollie was of her. Could her own mother be so bad that Mollie latched on to anyone that treated her well? Not that Ashely was going to complain. She knew she would have to win over Mollie first before she could tackle her brother. "You have such pretty hair, when your older I'll show you how to braid it," Ashely said, softly brushing Mollie's strawberry locks.
"I like yours better, it's red like daddy's," Mollie said, her tiny hands ran down Ashely's flaming strands.
"There! All nice and pretty!" Ashely giggled as Mollie did a little spin. "Now let's go show your grandparents that pretty face," she said, getting to her feet. Holding her hand out for Mollie.
"Of course, everyone needs to see how pretty I am," Mollie said, humming as they walked out of the bathroom. "I'm all clean!" she said, smiling at her father.
"I see," Mitchell said, laying down the magazine he was reading while he waited.
"You know Mom and Dad may want to keep her for a night? Will you be alright with that?" Ashely asked, as Mollie ran towards the front entrance of the B&B.
"I don't know, I haven't spent a night away from her since she was born. Mollie don't get too far ahead," Mitchell called out as his daughter bound down the steps.
"Okay!" Mollie called back.
"See, I thought ahead," Ashely said, smiling at her brother as Mollie climbed into the back of her car and into the car seat, she had borrowed from a friend whose child no longer needed it.
"Glad you did, otherwise we wouldn't be riding with you," Mitchell said, clipping Mollie in. "Is it too tight?"
"No," Mollie said, shaking her head.
"So have they moved?" Mitchell asked, sliding into the passenger seat.
"Of course not," Ashely said, setting her purse on the floorboard beside his right leg. Her fingertips brushing along his calf as she rose. "You know how Dad is about moving when they still have a perfectly good home," she said, smiling at him as she inserted her car key into the ignition. "Mollie?" Ashely said, when they had been on the road for a good fifteen minutes.
"Yeah?!" Mollie said, looking at Ashely's reflection in the rear-view mirror.
"I know they are just going to love you, so you just be you okay?" Ashely said, as they pulled into the driveway of their childhood home.
"Okay," Mollie said, wondering who else would she be. Turning her head as a greying red haired woman stood in the doorway.
"Donald!" she shouted as her eyes grew wide at the sight of her son as he exited the car.
"What is it Sandra?" Donald called back from deep within the house.
"It's Mitchell! Our baby has come home!" Sandra yelled in joy throwing open the door. Her mouth hung agape as she saw that same girl holding onto her son as he held her in his arms. Her legs started moving once again bringing her son and his daughter into a warm lingering hug. "Mitchell!" Sandra said, trying not to cry.
"Hello Mom," Mitchell said, lightly hugging his mother.
"Mitchell, who's this?" Donald asked, tugging on Mollie's left foot.
"This is Mollie, say hello cariad," Mitchell said, placing a kiss on her cheek.
"Hello!" Mollie said gleefully. "So, are you grandparents?!" she asked, which only caused Sandra and Donald to chuckle.
"Why, yes, yes we are," Sandra nodded, "May I?" she asked, looking to Mitchell. Which he didn't have to say a word as Mollie held out her arms. Sandra swayed as she held Mollie close to her chest. Humming an ancient welsh lullaby as her hand rubbed gently on Mollie's back.
"So is dinner ready?" Ashely asked, looping her arm around Mitchell's left hoping to get some extra time with her brother before then.
"No, the roast is still cooking," Donald said, being the chef of the family, he would know. "We have time to get to know this adorable baby," he said, making silly faces at Mollie.
"Mitchell, how about we have some tea before dinner? I want to know everything about my granddaughter," Sandra said, running the back of her finger down Mollie's cheek.
"Just don't put out any of those peanut biscuits," Mitchell said, his hand brushing against Mollie's Eppi pen.
"Why?" Sandra asked confused, those were one of Mitchell's favorites when he was a boy.
"Mollie is allergic to peanuts," Mitchell said matter-of-fact.
"I see," Sandra said, as they walked towards the front entrance, "Donald go fetch the tin with the butter biscuits," she said, holding the door as her family filed in. "And the good tea, not the one we use to get the neighbors out of the house."
"Yes dear," Donald said, light heartedly.
"Now tell me where have you been for the past thirteen years?" Sandra asked sternly, as Mollie sat in her lap.
"Living in America," Mitchell said, not looking away from his mother's glare.
"So I'm assuming her mother is a yank?" Donald asked, carrying in a tray with four porcelain cups and a small saucer lined with butter cookies.
"Yeah," Mitchell said, eyeing his sister as she scooted closer to him.
"That would be the kettle," Donald said, hurrying into the kitchen.
"You couldn't pick up a phone and call your mother and tell her that I have a grandbaby?!" Sandra asked, incensed that her own son would leave her out of his daughter's life.
"Listen," Mitchell sighed, "after I left and the years away it never popped into my mind. With everything that went on with Judy and being the sole caretaker for Mollie things seemed to get pushed further back until it was way too late," he said, looking down feeling like a failure that he couldn't keep his marriage together.
"Tell me, is this Judy her mother?" Donald asked, pouring the amber liquid into the awaiting cups.
"Yes, and I use the term loosely," Mitchell said, taking a biscuit along with his cup.
"Mommy smells," Mollie said, wiggling her little nose. Wasting no time in nibbling on the cookie that Sandra gave her.
"So what is she, a bad mother or something?" Donald asked, taking a sip.
"Something like that, when I found her drinking while still breastfeeding, I instantly put Mollie on formula. After that she was like a ghost coming and going as she pleased. So, I have pretty much looked after Mollie on my own since then," Mitchell said, enjoying the sweet liquid. He had forgotten what a good cup of tea tasted like.
"I take it from the tone of your voice the two of you aren't together anymore?" Sandra asked, looking down as Mollie eyed the biscuit that sat next to her cup.
"Been that way for the past two years now," Mitchell said, setting his empty cup on the table.
"Then why not move back home?" Ashely asked, her hand running along his back.
"Not feasible," Mitchell said, tensing up as his right arm brushed along the side of Ashely's left breast.
"Why not?" Ashely asked pouting.
"Don't have the money to move my household overseas, sis. Took two years just to save enough for a two-week vacation with all the legal fees," Mitchell said, trying not to let his voice break as Ashely pressed her breast against his arm.
"We can help you know," Sandra said, with a pointed look at her son. "Don't you think Mollie would benefit from a more stable, less heated environment than whatever has been going on there?"
"The Potters, next door, are moving out next month, I'm sure we can talk to the landlord about holding it for you," Donald said, warming up to the idea. He wanted his son home, wanted to know the granddaughter that sat in his wife's lap. Wanted to watch as that little girl grew into adulthood.
"Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself, Dad?" Mitchell asked, although the thought was intriguing. He knew how it would irk Judy to no end that she couldn't use their daughter to get whatever was on her drunken mind.
"I don't think so," Donald said, flashing his son a smile, "seems to me you could use a change of scenery."
"She's going to be my new mommy!" Mollie said, pointing at Ashely surprising everyone -- namely Mitchell -- that sat in that quiet room.
"Mollie that...," Mitchell began to say only to be interrupted by his mother.
"Ashely would make an excellent mother," Sandra said, nodding in agreement. Noticing how her daughter hid her very red cheeks behind her equally red hair. "Would you like to live here, with us?" she asked, looking down at Mollie knowing how she was going make her son appear to be the bad dad if he disagreed.
"Mmmhmm," Mollie nodded the crumbs of her former cookie lingered in the corners of her mouth. "I like it here, and Daddy isn't so sad," she said, with that childhood innocence. "Plus we can go to the beach every day and collect seashells!"
"And there you have it from the mouth of a baby, Mitchell will marry Ashely and move back home," Sandra said, with a stern nod.
"Mom?!" Mitchell said, aghast at the thought of his mother going along with his own daughter.
"What? Ashely is a perfectly fine woman. Mollie here likes her, and I know your father and I would be more than happy to take her for a night or a week," Sandra said, with a mischievous smirk, "so the newly wedded love birds can have some alone time."
"Oh yes, I've been wondering how it would feel to spoil a child not my own, like our parents did with ours," Donald nodded glancing at his wife, "plus if we can't wrangle the landlord into our little proposition then you could always move in here with us. I know your mother would love to have the whole family back together once again," he said, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Mitchell," Ashely said, taking hold of his hand when he started to speak, "is it so bad that I want to be with you? That I know I can be the mother Mollie needs," she said, bringing his hand to her chest. "That you have a family here that will support the two of you."
"Please Daddy," Mollie said, with a pleading look.
"This is insan...," Mitchell's words were cut off as Ashely's lips locked around his. He had forgotten how long it'd been since he had actually kissed someone that wasn't his daughter. Mitchell was left breathless as his sister pulled away.
"See, I knew you would like it," Ashely cooed softly longing for another taste of his lips.
"Daddy's all red!" Mollie giggled.
"Just wait until I'm alone with you," Ashely whispered into Mitchell's ear, "then your big sister is really going to take care of you," she purred hungrily as her right hand rubbed high along his inner right thigh. Her index finger brushing along his groin surprised to find that something was already growing.
"Oh I almost forgot!" Donald said, quickly rising from his seat. "Sandra, Mollie come help me find the old highchair," he said, giving his daughter a knowing smile.
"Now you two behave," Sandra said, with a smirk. Ashely pounced on her brother the moment they left the room.
"There's no escaping me this time Mitchell," Ashely cooed as she loomed over him pinning him against the armrest. "Let your sister have her dessert before dinner, hmm?" she said, not giving him a moment to speak before their lips touched again. Delving into the bliss she felt as their lips touched. "That's it Mitchell touch me," Ashely said, laying her hand over his and guiding it along the side of her body until it reached the peak of her taut orbs. "I know it's been awhile for you, and I know how that woman probably made you question women as of late. Know this, I'm never going to harm you or that sweet girl, ever," she whispered before tasting those addicting lips once again.
"Well, it's a little rusty, a good sanding and some paint it be like new again," Donald said, wincing as the hinges produced a squeal as he unfolded the highchair. "Sandra fetch me the WD40," he said, ignoring how his daughter was covering his son with her body.
"Here you are," Sandra said, handing her husband the can keeping Mollie from seeing what was happening in her living room.
"There, that should do it," Donald said, working the oil into the hinges as he folded and unfolded the chair. "I'll take it out back in the morning and make it all pretty for this little one to use," he cooed taking his granddaughter into his arms. He always enjoyed having a child in his arms. He did miss the years when his own children were small enough for him to hold like he was doing with Mollie. "Now would you like to see what we are having?" Donald asked, as he looked into Mollie's eyes.
"Mmmhmm," Mollie nodded vehemently.
"Well, what do we have here?" Sandra asked, in a whisper, as she stood over her children.
"Oh just, me having my dessert before dinner," Ashely said, smiling up at his mother.
"I see, are they as sweet as I hope they are?" Sandra asked, fighting herself from joining her daughter on that couch just to taste her son's lips for her own.
"Mmmhmm," Ashely purred feeling something hard pressing into her. How she wanted to snake her hand down into his pants and stroke that cock of his. To finally feel that hard phallus that should have been hers years ago. That Mollie would have been her first born if her brother hadn't run off. That they should have started their own family thirteen years ago, and not waiting in limbo for her brother to return to her.
"Mitchell set the table," Donald called from within the kitchen, "and Ashely come help your father."
"Okay Dad," Ashely called back, "later you and I," she whispered winking at Mitchell before bounding off for the kitchen.
"Mitchell," Sandra cooed lowering herself onto the couch. Being in her late fifties she was still nimble enough to enjoy a hot tryst or two on the couch. Pushing her son back down she wasn't about to allow her daughter to be the only one that felt the touch of his lips. "My sweet boy," she whispered her fingertips brushed down Mitchell's cheek, "I've missed you so much." Her green eyes moistened as her own lips inched towards his. "So many years wasted," Sandra said softly, before she felt her own lips pressing against his. "Yes, that's how your supposed to kiss your lustful mother," she whispered as she pulled away, "relax this is what should have always happened Mitchell. Allow your family to show you the love you have lost with that woman," Sandra said, keeping the annoyance from her voice at the thought of that woman mistreating her son. "Your own baby sees nothing wrong with this, so why should you?"
"Mollie's five and doesn't understand...," Mitchell began to say only to have his mother's finger shushing his words.
"Children know what's going on Mitchell," Sandra said, pressing her breasts against his chest. Praying that one day she would feel him suckling on them again like he did when he was just a baby. "Mollie appears to be extra intuitive to understand how you have been hiding your sadness from her," she said, not letting on that she felt her son's hard tool pressing against her stomach. "If she's willing to accept Ashely as her new mother, why aren't you?" Sandra asked, yet whatever Mitchell was going to say would forever be lost as the pitter-patter of tiny feet could be heard as they rushed through the kitchen towards the living room. Sandra hurried off of her son so her own granddaughter wouldn't see her own father caught in such a position.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Mollie cried rushing towards the couch.
"What is it Mollie?" Mitchell asked, unsure what he should do. He couldn't deny that he didn't enjoy the kiss from his sister. It had been years since he felt any kind of affection from an adult woman. Yet was that enough to break that line of taboo? Could he live with himself afterwards?
"Grandpa is funny! I love this place!" Mollie said, laughing as she spun around on her heel with her arms outstretched. "So, when can aunt Ashely become my new mommy?" she asked, as she climbed into his lap.
"Cariad, it's hard to explain," Mitchell said, looking down at his daughter.
"Why?! Don't you love her?" Mollie asked confused. "Doesn't she make you happy? She doesn't talk to you like how mean mommy does."
"Mollie...," Mitchell began to say looking over as his mother laid a hand on his arm.
"Answer the girl Mitchell, do you or do you not love Ashely?" Sandra asked, trying to keep her smile from showing. Seeing Ashely's head poking out from the kitchen.
"Yes, but..."
"Does she or does she not make you happy?" Sandra asked, keeping him from overthinking his answers.
"Yes, but..."
"Then why does it matter if the two of you are related, hmm? Don't you think it's time for Mollie to have a mother that she can look up to?" Sandra asked, in a motherly voice.
"Mitchell," Ashely said softly, as she approached the couch. "I know why you left, I know how that must have frightened you; but don't you see I am the one you need," she said, placing her trembling hands behind her back. "That I will and have loved you all this time, and Mollie will always be protected from that woman who throws away her own gift to this world. Don't you think it's time to try something different since the normal way has failed you? Just give me a chance to show you that being with me is the right path to follow."
"Please Daddy! I want you to be happy," Mollie said, hugging his chest tightly. "I really like her, I don't want to see you sad anymore."
"See," Sandra said nudging his arm, "Mollie is smarter than you think Mitchell. Why not give Ashely a chance?"
"Trust me brother you won't...," Ashely began to say only to interrupted by the beeping of his phone. "Mitchell who is it?" she asked, as a scowl formed on his face.
"Judy," Mitchell said coldly. He had paid to switch his service over to work overseas in case Judy's sister needed to get in touch with him. "Here take her," he said, handing Mollie to his mother, "I need to deal with this."
"Don't give that woman anything," Sandra said, as Mitchell neared the front door.
"Of course not," Mitchell snorted, "I'm not a glutton for punishment," he said, as the door closed behind him. "What is it?"
"Mitchell, I need you to post bail for me."
"Why should I?" Mitchell asked, knowing it was only a matter of time before he got this call.
"I'm your wife, you know you love me, baby."
"You haven't been my wife for two years, probably longer than that. But let me guess you tried your parents and sister and they aren't bailing your ass out this time? Well, I'm not either Judy, whatever you did is of your own making I'm tired of bailing your ass out of whatever fire you started. Maybe this is the only way for you to grow the fuck up," Mitchell said sternly, "now if you'll excuse me, you're ruining my vacation."
"Don't you dare hang..." Mitchell chuckled as he hung up on his ex-wife. He wondered if she was enjoying the cell she was going to occupy for some time. Turning as he heard the front door opening.
"Mitchell," Ashely said standing in the doorway, "Dad says dinner is ready," she said, watching how he eyed her. The way he was looking at her was not of a brotherly stare but that of a man checking out a woman. She wanted him to look, wanted him to see her 38C breasts, her slender hips, her tone legs due to her constant walking everywhere in town. Wanting him to see how willing she was to be his woman. "Is everything okay?" Ashely asked, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Is now," Mitchell said, pocketing his phone finally putting an end to the tragedy of the story of the woman named Judy. Whatever happened to her from then on, he didn't care, he knew she was never going to change not for him, and especially not for the daughter she helped bring into this world.
"Then come on before it gets cold," Ashely said, waving him inside.
The millefleur cloth napkin laid across his leg as Mitchell sat at the dinner table he had shared with his family in his youth. Cutting up Mollie's slice of roast beef into manageable sizes for her. Watching how Ashely wiped Mollie's chin as the drop of mash potatoes marred her skin. Even that one thing was far more than her own mother ever did for Mollie. Answering whatever questions his parents peppered him with all the while eyeing his sister's interactions with his daughter. Seeing how Mollie was more open, more cheerful than when Judy was ever around. Looking down as her tiny hands rested over his and Ashely's as she smiled warmly at his sister.
"Maybe it is time to try something different?" Mitchell thought to himself as his sister caught him staring at her.
"Mitchell, how about dessert?" Sandra asked, once their meal was over.
"Yay! Dessert!" Mollie said, bouncing in her seat.
"Your father made a blackberry tart, I'm sure you wouldn't mind having a piece," Sandra said, flashing Mollie a smile.
"Sure, a small slice for this one," Mitchell said, gently running his hand along the top of Mollie's head.
"We have vanilla ice cream, how about we make it à la mode?" Donald asked, looking at Mollie. Who nodded that it would be a shame not to bring out the ice cream. "Mitchell why don't you let us keep Mollie for the night?" he asked, handing out the plates with the help of Ashely. "I know you could probably use a night to yourself," Donald said, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. Eyeing his daughter knowing it would give her a chance to take things further. Mitchell looked around the table as all eyes looked at him -- namely his daughter. Who laid her hand over his and gave him a nod.
"You sure?" Mitchell whispered as he leaned into her.
"Mmmhmm, plus they promise to make welsh cakes like you do," Mollie whispered back, "I promise I'll behave."
"Oh, I know you will, or no more cakes!" Mitchell said, tickling his daughter.
"Don't worry about clothes for her. I'll find something for Mollie to sleep in," Sandra said, glancing at her daughter. Knowing what that look in her daughter's eyes meant. She had seen that look countless times in the bedroom.
"Okay, Ashely can bring Mollie some clothes for her once she drops me off at the B&B," Mitchell said, before taking a bite of his tart.
"Who said anything about me returning," Ashely said, with a smirk as she took a bite of her own dessert. Enjoying the look she saw on her brother's face as she glanced him. "But I'll remind you to bring her some clothes when we come back here for breakfast," she said, scooping up a dab of ice cream onto her tart. Letting him know that she wasn't going to be leaving his side no matter how much he protested.
"Oh yes! We all must have breakfast together," Sandra said, her eyes dancing in glee as she nodded. "No son of mine is going to be eating out when your father is perfect at cooking," she said, lovingly squeezing Donald's hand.
"Then I best prepare some sausage patties for breakfast, you like sausage?" Donald asked, looking at Mollie.
"Mmmhmm, I like sausage," Mollie said, nodding her head. The juice of the blackberries painting her lips purple, "just not the one Daddy made me eat today."
"Glamorgan," Mitchell said, when his parents looked at him.
"Ah, no this is meat sausage," Donald said smiling at his granddaughter, "it's a summer blend so it'll be nice and sweet."
"Mmm, good," Mollie said sternly, nodding her head.
"She's adorable," Sandra sighed dreamily.
"Of course I am," Mollie said wiggling her nose, "girls are supposed to be adorable."
"Oh, she's going to be a handful," Donald said, laughingly.
"Bye Daddy," Mollie said, hugging his leg tightly.
"You mind your grandparents," Mitchell said, brushing his hand through her hair as he looked down at his daughter as he and Ashely stood at the front door.
"I know," Mollie nodded, "I'll be good I swear."
"Good," Mitchell said kneeling down, "now give me a hug and a kiss." Listening to his daughter giggle as he kissed her neck.
"So, the handsome father is all alone," Ashely said, sensuously, reaching over as she drove back to the B&B. Grinning madly as her hand grasped that tool that should have been hers long ago.
"A-Ashely," Mitchell said, his hand batting away hers, yet it only found its way back.
"What is it brother? Surely my brother isn't getting hard at how his sister is touching that cock of his?" Ashely purred. Blatantly unzipping his pants, fishing out his cock licking her lips as her fingers wrapped around his hardening shaft. Her thumb kneading the crown of his rod. Slowly stroking that cock tormenting her brother for all the years he made her wait. "Do you like that? Do you like your sister's hand stroking your cock?"
"Y-yes, god help me yes I do," Mitchell said, trying not to blow his load after so many years of not feeling a woman's touch.
"You'll give this fine cock to your hungry sister, won't you?" Ashely asked, with a devilish smirk. "You'll let me suck on it, taste it, fuck it?" Quickly taking her hand off of that hard appendage as she felt that he was almost there. She so wasn't about to waste all that hot cum when she wanted to slurp it down as she showed Mitchell how well she sucked a cock. However, that didn't stop her from tasting the pre-cum that coated her skin. Glancing down watching how his cock twitched as she did. Ashely couldn't wait to sit on it. To see her brother beneath her as she rode that hard rod. How she just wanted to dive over and swallow that pole, yet that would mean crashing the car and she could hold out for a time. Nevertheless, the need to have his cock in her mouth was making the drive all that more urgent. Quickly pulling into the parking lot of the B&B, grabbing her bag, snatching the keys from the ignition. Dashing across the parking lot so Mitchell couldn't kick her out once he got to his room.
Her sultry eyes gazed at him as Mitchell crested the peak of the stairs. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her shirt, the blue strap of her bra hung over the lip of her purse draping down its side. Ashely wanted her brother to see how well her t-shirt detailed her breasts, and how they yearned to feel his lips on them. Being at the age of thirty-two there was still enough time to have her own child and give Mollie a brother or sister. Her hands ran up his chest as he stepped up to the door. Her smile was full of sin as her back was pressed against the door. The tips of her fingers danced up his neck, her thumbs brushing softly along his cheeks. Gently pulling Mitchell into her, her green eyes searched his as her lips inched closer to his. Keeping her mirth hidden as she heard him fumbling with the key card slot as her tongue slowly, delicately tasted the warmth of his mouth. Her fingers leading him into the room once Mitchell had managed to open the door. Watching how he kicked the door closed with the heel of his foot. Her hand darted behind her as her ass hit the edge of the table.
Yelping in surprise as Mitchell lifted her off of her feet. Pulling him closer so he could feel the heat radiating off of her cunt as his cock pressed against it. Her fingers inched the fabric of his shirt up before taking hold of the hem. Sucking on her lower lip as her hands ran up his bare chest. His ginger chest hair running between her fingers. Leaning forward her lips needed to mark his skin, to tell the world that she was his woman and he belonged to her. Tilting her head to the side so she watch his face. Watching his reaction as her lips wrapped around his nipple.
"Mitchell, here I am, sitting here waiting for you to undress me," Ashely said, tilting her head to the left her light red hair swayed slightly as she gazed at him innocently.
"You sure you want to go this far?" Mitchell asked, still unsure if this was the right path to take.
"Mmmhmm," Ashely cooed, "I've wanted this for so long," she said, her fingers slipping below the waistband of his pants. Gooseflesh raced along her skin as she felt her brother's touch. Her breasts bounced as the fabric moved over her heavenly orbs, her mouth sought out his as she felt his breath along her lips as the collar of her shirt pressed against her nose. "Mitchell don't be a tease and kiss your horny sister," Ashely begged, kissing those lips of his hungrily as her shirt inched off of her head. Giggling as she lowered herself onto the table's surface. Feeling her breasts pressing into his chest as she drank in her fill of that velvety kiss. Breathing heavily, her fingers combing through his hair as Mitchell kissed down her chest. Her back arched as his left hand squeezed her left breasts, while he sucked gently on her right one. Rubbing her mound against his hard bulge loving the feeling of his lips wrapped around her taut peaks. "Yes, that's it, suck on your sister's tit," Ashely moaned feeling her panties moistening as her clit rubbed along that satiny material.
Smiling up at the ceiling as Mitchell eased her tennis shoes off. Hearing them land with a thud on the floor, her nails lightly dragged up his back as she felt her womb quivering. Her heart raced as the sound of her snap button resounded in the room. She knew once they crossed this line there was no turning back, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Lifting her hips as Mitchell pulled off her pants. The look she saw in his eyes as he gazed lewdly at her body.
"I hope you like what you see Mitchell," Ashely said, lifting her legs to the ceiling, pressing them together, pulling up her panties showing off her pink puffy lips. "Look at my pussy, Mitchell," she said. spreading her lips open. Letting him see how her hot, sweet juice was leaking out from her arousal. "Don't you want to taste how sweet I am? Don't you want to plunge your tongue deep inside of my pussy? Watching me squirm as I cum all over your tongue. Don't you want to stick your hard cock deep inside of your sister's cunt and feel how well my pussy milks it?" Ashely asked, peaking around her legs as her finger gently rubbed her clit. Sucking in a breath as Mitchell's mouth engulfed her mound. "Yes! Taste my pussy Mitchell!" she growled. Resting her legs on his shoulders as he knelt on the floor. Her hand pressing his face into her sex as she sat up. Tossing her head back, moaning to the ceiling as Mitchell sucked on her clitoris. "Yes, yes, yes! Make your sister's pussy cum baby!" Ashely groaned in pleasure feeling his tongue probing her hot canal. "Fuck! Yes!" she howled clamping her thighs together around Mitchell's head, so he couldn't escape. Feeling her brother drinking down her hot cream.
Shock played across her eyes as Mitchell roughly pushed her back down onto the table. "I'm going to fuck you like you've been dreaming about!" Mitchell said, hurriedly unbuckling his belt, undoing his fly, shoving his pants to the floor. Watching his sister's reaction as he ran his cock head through her lips before lightly slapping his cock on her clit three times. Listening to Ashely's gasp as he thrust hard into her.
"Yes, give me your cock! My pussy needs that cock, Mitchell," Ashely growled gripping the sides of the table as she braced herself against his thrusts.
"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," Mitchell moaned trying to think of anything he could to stave off his orgasm. Even his ex-wife never felt so good as his cock was hugged by Ashely's tight folds.
"Oh, does my baby brother like my pussy?" Ashely asked, her nails dragging down the wooden surface feeling her cunt coating her brother's cock in her hot juice.
"God yes," Mitchell said huffed. Quickly pulling out smirking at his sister's shock as he flipped her over onto her stomach.
"Oh fuck! Yes, pound that cunt!" Ashely yelled as Mitchell reinserted his cock into her dripping cunt. Looking back at him as he grabbed hold of her hips. Loving the feel of his balls slapping against her clit. Gasping in surprise as Mitchell reached forward grabbing handfuls of her hair. "Oh god!" she moaned like a harlot feeling her womb tightening up. "Yes, fuck me!" Ashely's voice trembled as her brother hammered into her. "Cum in me, soil my pussy Mitchell," Ashely begged as her sweat dripped down onto the table, "I want to feel that hot load shooting deep inside of me."
"Fuck...," Mitchell grunted as he thrust hard into his sister. Huffing in exertion as he backed away seeing his cum running out of his sister's cunt, down her mound, dripping off of her clitoris.
"I like yours better, it's red like daddy's," Mollie said, her tiny hands ran down Ashely's flaming strands.
"There! All nice and pretty!" Ashely giggled as Mollie did a little spin. "Now let's go show your grandparents that pretty face," she said, getting to her feet. Holding her hand out for Mollie.
"Of course, everyone needs to see how pretty I am," Mollie said, humming as they walked out of the bathroom. "I'm all clean!" she said, smiling at her father.
"I see," Mitchell said, laying down the magazine he was reading while he waited.
"You know Mom and Dad may want to keep her for a night? Will you be alright with that?" Ashely asked, as Mollie ran towards the front entrance of the B&B.
"I don't know, I haven't spent a night away from her since she was born. Mollie don't get too far ahead," Mitchell called out as his daughter bound down the steps.
"Okay!" Mollie called back.
"See, I thought ahead," Ashely said, smiling at her brother as Mollie climbed into the back of her car and into the car seat, she had borrowed from a friend whose child no longer needed it.
"Glad you did, otherwise we wouldn't be riding with you," Mitchell said, clipping Mollie in. "Is it too tight?"
"No," Mollie said, shaking her head.
"So have they moved?" Mitchell asked, sliding into the passenger seat.
"Of course not," Ashely said, setting her purse on the floorboard beside his right leg. Her fingertips brushing along his calf as she rose. "You know how Dad is about moving when they still have a perfectly good home," she said, smiling at him as she inserted her car key into the ignition. "Mollie?" Ashely said, when they had been on the road for a good fifteen minutes.
"Yeah?!" Mollie said, looking at Ashely's reflection in the rear-view mirror.
"I know they are just going to love you, so you just be you okay?" Ashely said, as they pulled into the driveway of their childhood home.
"Okay," Mollie said, wondering who else would she be. Turning her head as a greying red haired woman stood in the doorway.
"Donald!" she shouted as her eyes grew wide at the sight of her son as he exited the car.
"What is it Sandra?" Donald called back from deep within the house.
"It's Mitchell! Our baby has come home!" Sandra yelled in joy throwing open the door. Her mouth hung agape as she saw that same girl holding onto her son as he held her in his arms. Her legs started moving once again bringing her son and his daughter into a warm lingering hug. "Mitchell!" Sandra said, trying not to cry.
"Hello Mom," Mitchell said, lightly hugging his mother.
"Mitchell, who's this?" Donald asked, tugging on Mollie's left foot.
"This is Mollie, say hello cariad," Mitchell said, placing a kiss on her cheek.
"Hello!" Mollie said gleefully. "So, are you grandparents?!" she asked, which only caused Sandra and Donald to chuckle.
"Why, yes, yes we are," Sandra nodded, "May I?" she asked, looking to Mitchell. Which he didn't have to say a word as Mollie held out her arms. Sandra swayed as she held Mollie close to her chest. Humming an ancient welsh lullaby as her hand rubbed gently on Mollie's back.
"So is dinner ready?" Ashely asked, looping her arm around Mitchell's left hoping to get some extra time with her brother before then.
"No, the roast is still cooking," Donald said, being the chef of the family, he would know. "We have time to get to know this adorable baby," he said, making silly faces at Mollie.
"Mitchell, how about we have some tea before dinner? I want to know everything about my granddaughter," Sandra said, running the back of her finger down Mollie's cheek.
"Just don't put out any of those peanut biscuits," Mitchell said, his hand brushing against Mollie's Eppi pen.
"Why?" Sandra asked confused, those were one of Mitchell's favorites when he was a boy.
"Mollie is allergic to peanuts," Mitchell said matter-of-fact.
"I see," Sandra said, as they walked towards the front entrance, "Donald go fetch the tin with the butter biscuits," she said, holding the door as her family filed in. "And the good tea, not the one we use to get the neighbors out of the house."
"Yes dear," Donald said, light heartedly.
"Now tell me where have you been for the past thirteen years?" Sandra asked sternly, as Mollie sat in her lap.
"Living in America," Mitchell said, not looking away from his mother's glare.
"So I'm assuming her mother is a yank?" Donald asked, carrying in a tray with four porcelain cups and a small saucer lined with butter cookies.
"Yeah," Mitchell said, eyeing his sister as she scooted closer to him.
"That would be the kettle," Donald said, hurrying into the kitchen.
"You couldn't pick up a phone and call your mother and tell her that I have a grandbaby?!" Sandra asked, incensed that her own son would leave her out of his daughter's life.
"Listen," Mitchell sighed, "after I left and the years away it never popped into my mind. With everything that went on with Judy and being the sole caretaker for Mollie things seemed to get pushed further back until it was way too late," he said, looking down feeling like a failure that he couldn't keep his marriage together.
"Tell me, is this Judy her mother?" Donald asked, pouring the amber liquid into the awaiting cups.
"Yes, and I use the term loosely," Mitchell said, taking a biscuit along with his cup.
"Mommy smells," Mollie said, wiggling her little nose. Wasting no time in nibbling on the cookie that Sandra gave her.
"So what is she, a bad mother or something?" Donald asked, taking a sip.
"Something like that, when I found her drinking while still breastfeeding, I instantly put Mollie on formula. After that she was like a ghost coming and going as she pleased. So, I have pretty much looked after Mollie on my own since then," Mitchell said, enjoying the sweet liquid. He had forgotten what a good cup of tea tasted like.
"I take it from the tone of your voice the two of you aren't together anymore?" Sandra asked, looking down as Mollie eyed the biscuit that sat next to her cup.
"Been that way for the past two years now," Mitchell said, setting his empty cup on the table.
"Then why not move back home?" Ashely asked, her hand running along his back.
"Not feasible," Mitchell said, tensing up as his right arm brushed along the side of Ashely's left breast.
"Why not?" Ashely asked pouting.
"Don't have the money to move my household overseas, sis. Took two years just to save enough for a two-week vacation with all the legal fees," Mitchell said, trying not to let his voice break as Ashely pressed her breast against his arm.
"We can help you know," Sandra said, with a pointed look at her son. "Don't you think Mollie would benefit from a more stable, less heated environment than whatever has been going on there?"
"The Potters, next door, are moving out next month, I'm sure we can talk to the landlord about holding it for you," Donald said, warming up to the idea. He wanted his son home, wanted to know the granddaughter that sat in his wife's lap. Wanted to watch as that little girl grew into adulthood.
"Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself, Dad?" Mitchell asked, although the thought was intriguing. He knew how it would irk Judy to no end that she couldn't use their daughter to get whatever was on her drunken mind.
"I don't think so," Donald said, flashing his son a smile, "seems to me you could use a change of scenery."
"She's going to be my new mommy!" Mollie said, pointing at Ashely surprising everyone -- namely Mitchell -- that sat in that quiet room.
"Mollie that...," Mitchell began to say only to be interrupted by his mother.
"Ashely would make an excellent mother," Sandra said, nodding in agreement. Noticing how her daughter hid her very red cheeks behind her equally red hair. "Would you like to live here, with us?" she asked, looking down at Mollie knowing how she was going make her son appear to be the bad dad if he disagreed.
"Mmmhmm," Mollie nodded the crumbs of her former cookie lingered in the corners of her mouth. "I like it here, and Daddy isn't so sad," she said, with that childhood innocence. "Plus we can go to the beach every day and collect seashells!"
"And there you have it from the mouth of a baby, Mitchell will marry Ashely and move back home," Sandra said, with a stern nod.
"Mom?!" Mitchell said, aghast at the thought of his mother going along with his own daughter.
"What? Ashely is a perfectly fine woman. Mollie here likes her, and I know your father and I would be more than happy to take her for a night or a week," Sandra said, with a mischievous smirk, "so the newly wedded love birds can have some alone time."
"Oh yes, I've been wondering how it would feel to spoil a child not my own, like our parents did with ours," Donald nodded glancing at his wife, "plus if we can't wrangle the landlord into our little proposition then you could always move in here with us. I know your mother would love to have the whole family back together once again," he said, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Mitchell," Ashely said, taking hold of his hand when he started to speak, "is it so bad that I want to be with you? That I know I can be the mother Mollie needs," she said, bringing his hand to her chest. "That you have a family here that will support the two of you."
"Please Daddy," Mollie said, with a pleading look.
"This is insan...," Mitchell's words were cut off as Ashely's lips locked around his. He had forgotten how long it'd been since he had actually kissed someone that wasn't his daughter. Mitchell was left breathless as his sister pulled away.
"See, I knew you would like it," Ashely cooed softly longing for another taste of his lips.
"Daddy's all red!" Mollie giggled.
"Just wait until I'm alone with you," Ashely whispered into Mitchell's ear, "then your big sister is really going to take care of you," she purred hungrily as her right hand rubbed high along his inner right thigh. Her index finger brushing along his groin surprised to find that something was already growing.
"Oh I almost forgot!" Donald said, quickly rising from his seat. "Sandra, Mollie come help me find the old highchair," he said, giving his daughter a knowing smile.
"Now you two behave," Sandra said, with a smirk. Ashely pounced on her brother the moment they left the room.
"There's no escaping me this time Mitchell," Ashely cooed as she loomed over him pinning him against the armrest. "Let your sister have her dessert before dinner, hmm?" she said, not giving him a moment to speak before their lips touched again. Delving into the bliss she felt as their lips touched. "That's it Mitchell touch me," Ashely said, laying her hand over his and guiding it along the side of her body until it reached the peak of her taut orbs. "I know it's been awhile for you, and I know how that woman probably made you question women as of late. Know this, I'm never going to harm you or that sweet girl, ever," she whispered before tasting those addicting lips once again.
"Well, it's a little rusty, a good sanding and some paint it be like new again," Donald said, wincing as the hinges produced a squeal as he unfolded the highchair. "Sandra fetch me the WD40," he said, ignoring how his daughter was covering his son with her body.
"Here you are," Sandra said, handing her husband the can keeping Mollie from seeing what was happening in her living room.
"There, that should do it," Donald said, working the oil into the hinges as he folded and unfolded the chair. "I'll take it out back in the morning and make it all pretty for this little one to use," he cooed taking his granddaughter into his arms. He always enjoyed having a child in his arms. He did miss the years when his own children were small enough for him to hold like he was doing with Mollie. "Now would you like to see what we are having?" Donald asked, as he looked into Mollie's eyes.
"Mmmhmm," Mollie nodded vehemently.
"Well, what do we have here?" Sandra asked, in a whisper, as she stood over her children.
"Oh just, me having my dessert before dinner," Ashely said, smiling up at his mother.
"I see, are they as sweet as I hope they are?" Sandra asked, fighting herself from joining her daughter on that couch just to taste her son's lips for her own.
"Mmmhmm," Ashely purred feeling something hard pressing into her. How she wanted to snake her hand down into his pants and stroke that cock of his. To finally feel that hard phallus that should have been hers years ago. That Mollie would have been her first born if her brother hadn't run off. That they should have started their own family thirteen years ago, and not waiting in limbo for her brother to return to her.
"Mitchell set the table," Donald called from within the kitchen, "and Ashely come help your father."
"Okay Dad," Ashely called back, "later you and I," she whispered winking at Mitchell before bounding off for the kitchen.
"Mitchell," Sandra cooed lowering herself onto the couch. Being in her late fifties she was still nimble enough to enjoy a hot tryst or two on the couch. Pushing her son back down she wasn't about to allow her daughter to be the only one that felt the touch of his lips. "My sweet boy," she whispered her fingertips brushed down Mitchell's cheek, "I've missed you so much." Her green eyes moistened as her own lips inched towards his. "So many years wasted," Sandra said softly, before she felt her own lips pressing against his. "Yes, that's how your supposed to kiss your lustful mother," she whispered as she pulled away, "relax this is what should have always happened Mitchell. Allow your family to show you the love you have lost with that woman," Sandra said, keeping the annoyance from her voice at the thought of that woman mistreating her son. "Your own baby sees nothing wrong with this, so why should you?"
"Mollie's five and doesn't understand...," Mitchell began to say only to have his mother's finger shushing his words.
"Children know what's going on Mitchell," Sandra said, pressing her breasts against his chest. Praying that one day she would feel him suckling on them again like he did when he was just a baby. "Mollie appears to be extra intuitive to understand how you have been hiding your sadness from her," she said, not letting on that she felt her son's hard tool pressing against her stomach. "If she's willing to accept Ashely as her new mother, why aren't you?" Sandra asked, yet whatever Mitchell was going to say would forever be lost as the pitter-patter of tiny feet could be heard as they rushed through the kitchen towards the living room. Sandra hurried off of her son so her own granddaughter wouldn't see her own father caught in such a position.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Mollie cried rushing towards the couch.
"What is it Mollie?" Mitchell asked, unsure what he should do. He couldn't deny that he didn't enjoy the kiss from his sister. It had been years since he felt any kind of affection from an adult woman. Yet was that enough to break that line of taboo? Could he live with himself afterwards?
"Grandpa is funny! I love this place!" Mollie said, laughing as she spun around on her heel with her arms outstretched. "So, when can aunt Ashely become my new mommy?" she asked, as she climbed into his lap.
"Cariad, it's hard to explain," Mitchell said, looking down at his daughter.
"Why?! Don't you love her?" Mollie asked confused. "Doesn't she make you happy? She doesn't talk to you like how mean mommy does."
"Mollie...," Mitchell began to say looking over as his mother laid a hand on his arm.
"Answer the girl Mitchell, do you or do you not love Ashely?" Sandra asked, trying to keep her smile from showing. Seeing Ashely's head poking out from the kitchen.
"Yes, but..."
"Does she or does she not make you happy?" Sandra asked, keeping him from overthinking his answers.
"Yes, but..."
"Then why does it matter if the two of you are related, hmm? Don't you think it's time for Mollie to have a mother that she can look up to?" Sandra asked, in a motherly voice.
"Mitchell," Ashely said softly, as she approached the couch. "I know why you left, I know how that must have frightened you; but don't you see I am the one you need," she said, placing her trembling hands behind her back. "That I will and have loved you all this time, and Mollie will always be protected from that woman who throws away her own gift to this world. Don't you think it's time to try something different since the normal way has failed you? Just give me a chance to show you that being with me is the right path to follow."
"Please Daddy! I want you to be happy," Mollie said, hugging his chest tightly. "I really like her, I don't want to see you sad anymore."
"See," Sandra said nudging his arm, "Mollie is smarter than you think Mitchell. Why not give Ashely a chance?"
"Trust me brother you won't...," Ashely began to say only to interrupted by the beeping of his phone. "Mitchell who is it?" she asked, as a scowl formed on his face.
"Judy," Mitchell said coldly. He had paid to switch his service over to work overseas in case Judy's sister needed to get in touch with him. "Here take her," he said, handing Mollie to his mother, "I need to deal with this."
"Don't give that woman anything," Sandra said, as Mitchell neared the front door.
"Of course not," Mitchell snorted, "I'm not a glutton for punishment," he said, as the door closed behind him. "What is it?"
"Mitchell, I need you to post bail for me."
"Why should I?" Mitchell asked, knowing it was only a matter of time before he got this call.
"I'm your wife, you know you love me, baby."
"You haven't been my wife for two years, probably longer than that. But let me guess you tried your parents and sister and they aren't bailing your ass out this time? Well, I'm not either Judy, whatever you did is of your own making I'm tired of bailing your ass out of whatever fire you started. Maybe this is the only way for you to grow the fuck up," Mitchell said sternly, "now if you'll excuse me, you're ruining my vacation."
"Don't you dare hang..." Mitchell chuckled as he hung up on his ex-wife. He wondered if she was enjoying the cell she was going to occupy for some time. Turning as he heard the front door opening.
"Mitchell," Ashely said standing in the doorway, "Dad says dinner is ready," she said, watching how he eyed her. The way he was looking at her was not of a brotherly stare but that of a man checking out a woman. She wanted him to look, wanted him to see her 38C breasts, her slender hips, her tone legs due to her constant walking everywhere in town. Wanting him to see how willing she was to be his woman. "Is everything okay?" Ashely asked, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Is now," Mitchell said, pocketing his phone finally putting an end to the tragedy of the story of the woman named Judy. Whatever happened to her from then on, he didn't care, he knew she was never going to change not for him, and especially not for the daughter she helped bring into this world.
"Then come on before it gets cold," Ashely said, waving him inside.
The millefleur cloth napkin laid across his leg as Mitchell sat at the dinner table he had shared with his family in his youth. Cutting up Mollie's slice of roast beef into manageable sizes for her. Watching how Ashely wiped Mollie's chin as the drop of mash potatoes marred her skin. Even that one thing was far more than her own mother ever did for Mollie. Answering whatever questions his parents peppered him with all the while eyeing his sister's interactions with his daughter. Seeing how Mollie was more open, more cheerful than when Judy was ever around. Looking down as her tiny hands rested over his and Ashely's as she smiled warmly at his sister.
"Maybe it is time to try something different?" Mitchell thought to himself as his sister caught him staring at her.
"Mitchell, how about dessert?" Sandra asked, once their meal was over.
"Yay! Dessert!" Mollie said, bouncing in her seat.
"Your father made a blackberry tart, I'm sure you wouldn't mind having a piece," Sandra said, flashing Mollie a smile.
"Sure, a small slice for this one," Mitchell said, gently running his hand along the top of Mollie's head.
"We have vanilla ice cream, how about we make it à la mode?" Donald asked, looking at Mollie. Who nodded that it would be a shame not to bring out the ice cream. "Mitchell why don't you let us keep Mollie for the night?" he asked, handing out the plates with the help of Ashely. "I know you could probably use a night to yourself," Donald said, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. Eyeing his daughter knowing it would give her a chance to take things further. Mitchell looked around the table as all eyes looked at him -- namely his daughter. Who laid her hand over his and gave him a nod.
"You sure?" Mitchell whispered as he leaned into her.
"Mmmhmm, plus they promise to make welsh cakes like you do," Mollie whispered back, "I promise I'll behave."
"Oh, I know you will, or no more cakes!" Mitchell said, tickling his daughter.
"Don't worry about clothes for her. I'll find something for Mollie to sleep in," Sandra said, glancing at her daughter. Knowing what that look in her daughter's eyes meant. She had seen that look countless times in the bedroom.
"Okay, Ashely can bring Mollie some clothes for her once she drops me off at the B&B," Mitchell said, before taking a bite of his tart.
"Who said anything about me returning," Ashely said, with a smirk as she took a bite of her own dessert. Enjoying the look she saw on her brother's face as she glanced him. "But I'll remind you to bring her some clothes when we come back here for breakfast," she said, scooping up a dab of ice cream onto her tart. Letting him know that she wasn't going to be leaving his side no matter how much he protested.
"Oh yes! We all must have breakfast together," Sandra said, her eyes dancing in glee as she nodded. "No son of mine is going to be eating out when your father is perfect at cooking," she said, lovingly squeezing Donald's hand.
"Then I best prepare some sausage patties for breakfast, you like sausage?" Donald asked, looking at Mollie.
"Mmmhmm, I like sausage," Mollie said, nodding her head. The juice of the blackberries painting her lips purple, "just not the one Daddy made me eat today."
"Glamorgan," Mitchell said, when his parents looked at him.
"Ah, no this is meat sausage," Donald said smiling at his granddaughter, "it's a summer blend so it'll be nice and sweet."
"Mmm, good," Mollie said sternly, nodding her head.
"She's adorable," Sandra sighed dreamily.
"Of course I am," Mollie said wiggling her nose, "girls are supposed to be adorable."
"Oh, she's going to be a handful," Donald said, laughingly.
"Bye Daddy," Mollie said, hugging his leg tightly.
"You mind your grandparents," Mitchell said, brushing his hand through her hair as he looked down at his daughter as he and Ashely stood at the front door.
"I know," Mollie nodded, "I'll be good I swear."
"Good," Mitchell said kneeling down, "now give me a hug and a kiss." Listening to his daughter giggle as he kissed her neck.
"So, the handsome father is all alone," Ashely said, sensuously, reaching over as she drove back to the B&B. Grinning madly as her hand grasped that tool that should have been hers long ago.
"A-Ashely," Mitchell said, his hand batting away hers, yet it only found its way back.
"What is it brother? Surely my brother isn't getting hard at how his sister is touching that cock of his?" Ashely purred. Blatantly unzipping his pants, fishing out his cock licking her lips as her fingers wrapped around his hardening shaft. Her thumb kneading the crown of his rod. Slowly stroking that cock tormenting her brother for all the years he made her wait. "Do you like that? Do you like your sister's hand stroking your cock?"
"Y-yes, god help me yes I do," Mitchell said, trying not to blow his load after so many years of not feeling a woman's touch.
"You'll give this fine cock to your hungry sister, won't you?" Ashely asked, with a devilish smirk. "You'll let me suck on it, taste it, fuck it?" Quickly taking her hand off of that hard appendage as she felt that he was almost there. She so wasn't about to waste all that hot cum when she wanted to slurp it down as she showed Mitchell how well she sucked a cock. However, that didn't stop her from tasting the pre-cum that coated her skin. Glancing down watching how his cock twitched as she did. Ashely couldn't wait to sit on it. To see her brother beneath her as she rode that hard rod. How she just wanted to dive over and swallow that pole, yet that would mean crashing the car and she could hold out for a time. Nevertheless, the need to have his cock in her mouth was making the drive all that more urgent. Quickly pulling into the parking lot of the B&B, grabbing her bag, snatching the keys from the ignition. Dashing across the parking lot so Mitchell couldn't kick her out once he got to his room.
Her sultry eyes gazed at him as Mitchell crested the peak of the stairs. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her shirt, the blue strap of her bra hung over the lip of her purse draping down its side. Ashely wanted her brother to see how well her t-shirt detailed her breasts, and how they yearned to feel his lips on them. Being at the age of thirty-two there was still enough time to have her own child and give Mollie a brother or sister. Her hands ran up his chest as he stepped up to the door. Her smile was full of sin as her back was pressed against the door. The tips of her fingers danced up his neck, her thumbs brushing softly along his cheeks. Gently pulling Mitchell into her, her green eyes searched his as her lips inched closer to his. Keeping her mirth hidden as she heard him fumbling with the key card slot as her tongue slowly, delicately tasted the warmth of his mouth. Her fingers leading him into the room once Mitchell had managed to open the door. Watching how he kicked the door closed with the heel of his foot. Her hand darted behind her as her ass hit the edge of the table.
Yelping in surprise as Mitchell lifted her off of her feet. Pulling him closer so he could feel the heat radiating off of her cunt as his cock pressed against it. Her fingers inched the fabric of his shirt up before taking hold of the hem. Sucking on her lower lip as her hands ran up his bare chest. His ginger chest hair running between her fingers. Leaning forward her lips needed to mark his skin, to tell the world that she was his woman and he belonged to her. Tilting her head to the side so she watch his face. Watching his reaction as her lips wrapped around his nipple.
"Mitchell, here I am, sitting here waiting for you to undress me," Ashely said, tilting her head to the left her light red hair swayed slightly as she gazed at him innocently.
"You sure you want to go this far?" Mitchell asked, still unsure if this was the right path to take.
"Mmmhmm," Ashely cooed, "I've wanted this for so long," she said, her fingers slipping below the waistband of his pants. Gooseflesh raced along her skin as she felt her brother's touch. Her breasts bounced as the fabric moved over her heavenly orbs, her mouth sought out his as she felt his breath along her lips as the collar of her shirt pressed against her nose. "Mitchell don't be a tease and kiss your horny sister," Ashely begged, kissing those lips of his hungrily as her shirt inched off of her head. Giggling as she lowered herself onto the table's surface. Feeling her breasts pressing into his chest as she drank in her fill of that velvety kiss. Breathing heavily, her fingers combing through his hair as Mitchell kissed down her chest. Her back arched as his left hand squeezed her left breasts, while he sucked gently on her right one. Rubbing her mound against his hard bulge loving the feeling of his lips wrapped around her taut peaks. "Yes, that's it, suck on your sister's tit," Ashely moaned feeling her panties moistening as her clit rubbed along that satiny material.
Smiling up at the ceiling as Mitchell eased her tennis shoes off. Hearing them land with a thud on the floor, her nails lightly dragged up his back as she felt her womb quivering. Her heart raced as the sound of her snap button resounded in the room. She knew once they crossed this line there was no turning back, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Lifting her hips as Mitchell pulled off her pants. The look she saw in his eyes as he gazed lewdly at her body.
"I hope you like what you see Mitchell," Ashely said, lifting her legs to the ceiling, pressing them together, pulling up her panties showing off her pink puffy lips. "Look at my pussy, Mitchell," she said. spreading her lips open. Letting him see how her hot, sweet juice was leaking out from her arousal. "Don't you want to taste how sweet I am? Don't you want to plunge your tongue deep inside of my pussy? Watching me squirm as I cum all over your tongue. Don't you want to stick your hard cock deep inside of your sister's cunt and feel how well my pussy milks it?" Ashely asked, peaking around her legs as her finger gently rubbed her clit. Sucking in a breath as Mitchell's mouth engulfed her mound. "Yes! Taste my pussy Mitchell!" she growled. Resting her legs on his shoulders as he knelt on the floor. Her hand pressing his face into her sex as she sat up. Tossing her head back, moaning to the ceiling as Mitchell sucked on her clitoris. "Yes, yes, yes! Make your sister's pussy cum baby!" Ashely groaned in pleasure feeling his tongue probing her hot canal. "Fuck! Yes!" she howled clamping her thighs together around Mitchell's head, so he couldn't escape. Feeling her brother drinking down her hot cream.
Shock played across her eyes as Mitchell roughly pushed her back down onto the table. "I'm going to fuck you like you've been dreaming about!" Mitchell said, hurriedly unbuckling his belt, undoing his fly, shoving his pants to the floor. Watching his sister's reaction as he ran his cock head through her lips before lightly slapping his cock on her clit three times. Listening to Ashely's gasp as he thrust hard into her.
"Yes, give me your cock! My pussy needs that cock, Mitchell," Ashely growled gripping the sides of the table as she braced herself against his thrusts.
"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," Mitchell moaned trying to think of anything he could to stave off his orgasm. Even his ex-wife never felt so good as his cock was hugged by Ashely's tight folds.
"Oh, does my baby brother like my pussy?" Ashely asked, her nails dragging down the wooden surface feeling her cunt coating her brother's cock in her hot juice.
"God yes," Mitchell said huffed. Quickly pulling out smirking at his sister's shock as he flipped her over onto her stomach.
"Oh fuck! Yes, pound that cunt!" Ashely yelled as Mitchell reinserted his cock into her dripping cunt. Looking back at him as he grabbed hold of her hips. Loving the feel of his balls slapping against her clit. Gasping in surprise as Mitchell reached forward grabbing handfuls of her hair. "Oh god!" she moaned like a harlot feeling her womb tightening up. "Yes, fuck me!" Ashely's voice trembled as her brother hammered into her. "Cum in me, soil my pussy Mitchell," Ashely begged as her sweat dripped down onto the table, "I want to feel that hot load shooting deep inside of me."
"Fuck...," Mitchell grunted as he thrust hard into his sister. Huffing in exertion as he backed away seeing his cum running out of his sister's cunt, down her mound, dripping off of her clitoris.
