We had been too tired after our night of lovemaking to shower, so after fellating my brother I hurried to the shower. By now it was late afternoon and I agreed. By mutual assent we lay quietly for a few minutes until I lifted myself, pushed Paul over a few inches, and surveyed the sheets of his bed. Breaking one of our long kisses I asked quietly “how many at bats did you have today?” knowing, of course, the answer. Paul did and then began slowly and gently to make love to me. Yes, I’d felt his tongue in my vagina before, but that didn’t reduce the pleasure that grew with his lingual probing and caressing. I was thrilled to feel his pulsing cock as it tried to shoot the jets of his seed into me and was shocked to feel my second orgasm hitting me as my brother came. His glance registered that one spot in the round pill organizer was already empty; our little secret. And with that we fell to the bed.
