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I finally went over the edge and came all over my hand. My thick white musk coating and running from my fingers and dripping onto the floor. I am now back in the present, panting in my room with my dick still in my hand and semen all over, when I hear our front door open and our mother’s voice call out that she was home. I quickly clean up the evidence of what had just happened and head out of my bedroom. As I pass by Ann's room, I can feel my face flush in remembrance of what I saw earlier. And just like magic, her door opened and out came the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. God, I was sick.
“Oh! Hey, Aaron!” She launches herself at me, her arms wrapping around my waist and her breasts pressed up against my chest. “I’m sorry about earlier, but I am sooo glad that you’re back.”
Oh God, her breasts are rubbing up against me, and I could almost swear that she sounded slyly happy. I shake my head a little and respond in my happy, brotherly tone. “Me too, sis. And no worries! I know what it’s like to be stressed and all.” I look down, and for the first time in my life, I felt a little scared.

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