I was stunned by the double-ended bliss that my brother had rocketed my entire body into, my vagina pumping his cock, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm while his lips brought the waves of pleasure up my spine, enveloping all of me in the sexual gratification he gave me as the flashes of sexual pleasure came closer and closer together until my body arched back, my head bent back, my eyes staring briefly at the bedroom ceiling before they reflexively shut with my orgasm. Dinner done we paid; Dad had given enough for a generous tip and off we were home. And break it we did. And so it was settled. As I gained more and more skill that evening I teased my brother that he’d never made it to second base with Brittany and for reasons that I’ve never been able to understand, I made a casual, almost wanton, suggestion that maybe if he hit a double he might…just might make it to second base. Given our pick, we chose a table off in a quiet corner where we could sit kitty-corner rather than on opposite sides. “I think we were, what, twenty minutes between ‘events’? But I reminded him that I didn’t want to play the same position every game. It was a huge gamble, a huge investment that
