I lay there, zoned out and drunk on my bliss. “Who cares about your chips. I pulled the bottoms on, and grabbed the top. “Come on, it will be fun,” I tempted. “No, Lena, I’m serious. “More, Milo.”
My brother complied, his tongue picking up where his fingers had left off. While his tongue and teeth worked at my clit, his fingers curled up, finding my tender g-spot. Milo’s yelp made me jump. Just as he had found a steady pace, he stopped, pulling his fingers out of me. But now, as his held fate between his thumb and forefinger, my stomach flip-flopped over how close we were. There was a nude scene, and a frontal shot of some girl’s boobs. We watched the rest of the movie in silence. I was an accident, clearly. I cried out. Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“Why? Xoxo, Cede
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Growing up, I was the youngest in our family. “Fuckity-fuck fuck fuck.”
“Fuck is right,” Milo replied, his fingers slipping out of me.
