My hands were on his back now, marveling for the umpteenth time at my brother’s musculature, tracing his back muscles as he began to trace my opening with the tip of his rigid cock, suspending himself above me with his other hand. I can’t imagine a sexier woman, sex that was better, more loving than what you just did. It was thrilling to feel my brother’s rigid cock pressed against my skin for the first time as I realized how much more my bed offered compared to the couch in our den. Not in a car, Paul. Clearly I had to do the pickup; the state of Paul’s uniform would be very hard to explain. I couldn’t seem to stop as that tsunami hit me and wracked my body with wave after wave, peak after peak of climaxes. My eyebrows rose as I realized my jeans and t-shirt were pretty ordinary in contrast. I was so relaxed cuddled with my brother on that perfect summer evening that there wasn’t a scintilla of nervousness in my body. “I’m not sure I can wait.”
“We have to wait, Annie.
