"Was it good, little brother? Now it's my turn."

He lays there, on the bed gasping as he has just run a marathon. Still, he has the strength to move aside as his well-stacked older sister sensuously slides onto the bed next to him, her flesh rippling with the effort.

"Come here." She whispers, her arms extended...

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"We need bigger guns." ~ Sergeant O'Neal, Godzilla (1998).