Breaking their kiss, she asked “where…”
Andy, glancing about, now saw the dim silvery reflection of the condom packages that Sam had strategically placed. Something in her mind, a small vestige of rational thought and control, told her to be as silent as her body allowed. Julie felt the pleasure with each of Andy’’s thrusts just as much, but now, anticipating the pleasure, was able to more quietly take him, gasps and moans replaced with whispers of encouragement, quiet encouragement, subtle expressions of the progress of her mounting pleasure. She crept once more downstairs to her post, wondering at the situation between her best friend and her brother. Julie began to shake, her orgasm roaring through her yet again. As Julie pressed her mouth down, her lips mapping the veined contours of Andy’s cock, withdrawing slightly, then pressing down again, Sam was shocked to realize her best friend was giving her brother his first blow job, the slurping and smacking sounds, new and unprecedented for her, unmistakable and undeniable. He thanked the darkness as he felt his blush rising as he began to think of her body as almost something sacred and thought, as the cuddled quietly, as she stroked him gently, “and some guys just want to fuck,” his first and arresting awareness of the difference between lovemaking and fucking.
