‘Cause that’s the number, bro, the way you pump your cum into me it’s easily two hundred million sperm. I’d tasted a lot more of my brother, both at third base and when he made it home but not this evening. I’ll see to that,” I laughed conspiratorially as my hand surreptitiously slipped under the table and stroked his thigh. I shook to the point of convulsion, my shaking body telling my brother that I had arrived, that he’d taken me to the place we wanted me to go so that now I could welcome him there as he began to pump himself into me faster and faster, thrusting over and over as I clutched him to me, wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles to hold him. The post-game chat with the parents, I knew, had left other things unsaid. But now I felt a growing affection and I sensed he did too; something different. That’s not what I mean. Missionary…Cowgirl…Doggie Style, all bareback for the first time. My body was shaking so much with his thrusts that his grip on my hips was clearly necessary. We both married; mine has lasted and I have two teenagers. Well, I’d love to say it ended well, that Paul’s team won our city championship, but it simply didn’t happen.
