The twins Janey and Jim
They went for a swim
Then lay in the sun to get dry.

Jim licked Janey’s skin
From navel to quim
To help his sister get dry.

He stuck in his tongue
And made Janey cum
Then fucked her until she was dry.

“You know what I miss,” Nessa asked Xander. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. They’d had a long lazy shower together, and now they had an hour before their parents would arrive for their first family dinner at the new apartment.

“What do you miss?” Xander asked.

“Nursery rhymes,” Nessa said. “I was just thinking about mom and dad, about how they used to read us nursery rhymes.”

“Yeah, I liked that too,” Xander said.

“What was your favorite?”

“The one with the Christmas pie,” Xander said.

“Oh yeah. Little Jack Horner. What a little pig he was.”

“You didn’t like little Jack Horner?”

Nessa smirked. “You do know it was a poem about masturbation.”

“Masturbation? Huh! No way. It was a poem about Christmas pie.”

“You think he stuck his thumb in a pie?”

“Where do you think he stuck it?” Xander asked.

“Ho ho ho, he stuck it in his asshole,” Nessa answered.

“His asshole? That’s sick. Why would he do that?”

“Because he was a clueless little pig,” Nessa said.

“I think you’re wrong,” Xander said.

“Fine. When mom and dad get here, you ask them. You’ll see.”

Xander snorted.

Nessa tightened her grip on his cock.

So big! So nice and big and strong. She couldn’t decide whether to stroke him until he shot—she loved to witness that—or suck him until he emptied himself in her mouth—he tasted so good and it made her feel powerful—or fuck him until he came in her cunt—that almost always made her come, too. She had to decide soon, though, because it was almost time to put the pie in the oven.