Then I heard the taps running for a few seconds and almost immediately my brother was back in the room, back in our bed, and back in my arms. Not here, not now. Again: if only she knew. The last question began to take up more and more of my thoughts. And my brother and I were certainly at an early stage. I pressed down now, taking him deeply, quickly, until his cock struck my throat. It didn’t take long. We could see the measure of his progress now as about half of Paul’s cock was still visible. If he didn’t, would Paul and I stick to our self-imposed rules? He pulled the curtain of his window aside, glancing to the street, and opened his window so that the warm evening breeze found its way in, as did the light from the street. By unspoken agreement we chose tasks that would not bring us into contact, distrusting our ability to avoid more incestuous activities. He continued to move his glans up and down my slit, pressing my labia open as my vaginal juices began flowing.
