33. The art of the blowjob

If only her dad knew how much of a freak he had raised I wonder what his reaction would be.

Then a thought dawned on me if Kelly was like this I wonder how the girls were. Were Samantha and Jasmine going to become as big as freaks like their sister? Or bigger?

I made a mental note to search through their rooms though they were 10 and 9 respectively. I think the most I would find was little girl stuff like girlie dolls and other things if that nature. They hasn't hit their first stride into womanhood yet so I shouldn't worry about them too much.

But what if in the coming years the explore their sexuality like Kelly did only to gather an equal collection of items if not larger?

I had to shake that thought thinking of my little sisters was completely wrong because they were still at that innocent stage in their lives.

Instead I focused on all the items and looked at Summer, "Ok so what's the first thing Kelly is going to be trained on?"

Summer looked at me, "It should be obvious."

I blinked in confusion, "The art of exploring her obvious obsession of bdsm?"

Summer laughed, "No silly the art of the blowjob." Then she stopped and mused out loud, "Though the art of bdsm gives me an idea."

She waved and said, "But wet can explore that later."

She looked at me, "Gabe if you could be a dear and lay on the bed."

I shrugged and laid on the bed with my growing hard on re-emerging at the idea it was getting attention again looking like a flag pole was being raised.

I watched as Summer looked at Kel, "Alright let's see if you learned anything from our previous session."

I watched Kel gulp before slowly moving towards me like she was back in conflict mode just like I was.

I had already stuck my dick inside Kelly. She's already put my cock in her mouth more than once. And she actually swallowed my load instead of running to the bathroom to spit or throw up like she had admitted to. Plus she went back for more once she tasted my Cinnabon flavored mangert.

I watched as the war conflicted in her like she was trying to deny that she fucked and sucked her step brother that she had known for so many years. She had faced her failures and come out on the other side a possible better or more receptive partner.

But I'm just guessing at this point.

It could still be the war that I faced before I started fucking Kelly and actually enjoyed it.

Hell I'm still afraid of all the what if's that were playing in my head.

And it's not because of Kelly and her relation to me.

It is the usual what if's and pleases that run through my head constantly each time I'm about to have sex.

Please don't fire off too early.

Please don't bite down on my dick.

Please don't scrape your teeth on my precious member.

Please don't do horribly.

What if I fuck Kelly and we enter the taboo of falling in love. Or at least what if she falls in love with me.

What if our dynamic changes? Actually scratch that. Our dynamic has already changed.

And here's the big one: what if we can't come back from this?