After that first night in my room, Susan and I became straight-up addicts.
We f****d every chance we got while Dad was still away on his trip. The guilt was there sometimes, sitting heavy in my gut for a few seconds, but the second Susan touched me or spread her legs, it burned away in pure fire.
Mornings were the riskiest. Dad usually left for work around seven, but since he was gone, Susan would wake me up by slipping into my bed naked. One morning she woke me with her mouth already wrapped around my c**k, sucking slow and deep under the sheets. I groaned and grabbed her auburn hair, f*****g her throat while she moaned around me. Then I flipped her over, bent her over the edge of the bed, and pounded her from behind, her heavy t**s swinging as I slammed into her wet p***y. She came har
