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"Sally Mae Tanner, get your butt down here!" rang a deep voice through the small cabin. It echoed off the logs and crumbling plaster of the centuries old farmstead, and of course sounded like "SallymaeTanner, getchyo butt dow' 'ere!" Sally sat bolt upright in bed, three of her fingers still wedged in her dripping pussy. The sensation made her already abused sex squirt into her hand, and she reluctantly but quickly pulled her digits from inside her. The need to cum was overpowered by her father's voice when he used that tone.
"I'm commin', Pappa!" she shouted in return. She didn't see any panties or pajama pants readily at hand, and didn't dare to take the time to look. Instead, Sally Mae just pulled the hem of her brother's T-shirt, her preferred sleepwear, down over her ass and leapt into the hallway. She didn't see her brother walking down the hallway to his bedroom after getting through his shower. She wasn't the only one moving quickly as he was almost tripping over his own feet.
The two of them crashed together in a mashing of excited flesh, Cody's towel coming off his waist and Sally Mae's shirt riding up. When they finally stopped moving, Sally Mae was on top of her brother, straddling his hips with his rapidly re-hardening cock trapped under her swampy, still creaming pussy.