Britney...

“Shrimp! What are you doing in here?” Britney exclaims as you enter her bedroom naked. She is sitting at her desk playing by building one of her models of buildings she dreams up.

You left your mother, Tay Tay, sleeping in her water bed while her womb conceives your two children. Being a father never high on your priority list, but for some reason that is mysterious to you, making and raising children with Britney, adjunct with your mother, inspires a different reaction.

Dressed in a pink pullover summer dress, Britney is working on a miniature model of a building she wants to design in college. Of course, an actual architect designs many more than one building.

“Hard at work? I thought you were done with the model?” With experience you gained with your mother, you push your mind into Britney. You can sense a barrier of morals holding her back from saying and doing certain things.

The moral taboo of being Britney's brother probably is why the barrier is so noticeable. However, even as you watch her flushed face and quickening breath, the barrier seems to weaken and trembling dangerously as you stalk swagger her.

Being able to consciously sense Britney's emotions and a little of her thoughts gives you an edge. An edge that makes her attempt to keep her rising lust in check, doomed.

You decide to push Britney a bit further and bend your mind to a new task.

“Oh by the Goddess!” Britney exclaims as your member grows. Coincidentally it is the maximum her tight cunny can hold in both thickness and length. She is ignorant of this coincidence because she never really measured that aspect of her body, but most would share her ignorance.

Britney responds with her focus still locked onto your massive blood engorged cock. “What just happened?”

The building model for Britney's final exam is completely forgotten for now as she stares at your throbbing member.

You smile gamely, “I got excited seeing how smart my sister is.” You wanted to get between your big sisters thighs with as little psychic **** as possible.

The confident invisible self and recent experience more than enough for you to get Britney very hot and bothered with just with what you have already done. However being able to get past her normal mental barriers of rutting with her own brother, without extrasensory manipulation, may be challenging.

“Is it hot in here? I think I need to turn the air conditioning on…” It is in the middle of October and you live in the mountains of Idaho State. Britney fails to move where she is though as you see her pink summer dress get a little damp near her crotch.

You mentally wonder how wet Britney really is for you, if her panties are wet enough to moisten her dress.

“I feel just fine.” With a compelling swagger, you smoothly close the distance. With one fluid motion your tongue is thrust down Britney’s throat.

Pulling Britney up out of her chair and tight against your chiseled body, has she whimpering from a mini-orgasms exploding within her core already.

Despite your success you refuse to suffer a delusion that your sexiness alone has Britney dropping her panties. Instead you think that she must have dreamt of something similar for a while now. The verity of the idea would surprise you as you have harbored similar thoughts of your sexy sister. Her body shuddering in your arms as you dominates her mouth. She suffers in quiet **** as she submits to you.

After a few moments of steamy kissing, “But you are my brother.” Britney softly mutters into your mouth as you continue to kiss her. The timbre of her soprano illuminates that the resolve of her resistance is already crumbling.

“Maybe it would be better if I was your lover.” You say as you grind your cock into her vulva through her summer dress, and your hands having a firm grip on her svelte hips.

There is little doubt that everyone in the house heard your mother’s screams of orgasm. A mother who is sleeping now, after being fucked **** by her son twice. Britney confirms this with what she says next, “But you and Mother” She half-heartedly says plaintively.

“Mother is fine... I want you Britney...” You know that normally a line like that, may equal a slap in the face. With the temperature in the room and your previous mental commands Britney just moans her submission and kisses you back now. Her left foot goes up in the air and moves her hands from resisting you on your chest to wrapping them around you.