“Fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck me, FUUUUCK MEE” as my orgasm hit without warning. I was excited for what was to come and I knew Paul was too, but the weekend before’s quadruple couplings had, as I say, established us as confirmed lovers. “No, let me do it this time.” Yes, another first as I reached down and found Paul’s stiff cock. And yes, if I have anything to do with it we’re going to do it again. I want to pound you so hard you can’t walk.”
I whispered again into his ear as he feverishly swung his body over mine, “well, big brother, what’s keeping you? There was lust simmering just below the surface, of course, but there was a growing affection, a different kind of love that was beginning to show itself. It was a huge gamble, a huge investment that each of us made in trusting the other to never tell anyone, not our best friends, not our boyfriends or girlfriends…no one…of our incest.
