I don’t think I’ve ever felt more mature, more loving, more womanly as I rolled slightly to him, leaned over him, and kissed him deeply, neither of us worried or hesitant in this first entirely public display of our forbidden love. We’ve already had a triple header tonight; want to go for a quadruple header?” Again his smile was all the answer I needed. My thumb found and spread the drops on his glans as my brother gasped and buried his face in my neck. I released my grip as he said loudly, almost shouting, “I want her to ride me. All of this was a radical and unforeseen thing two months before. And the home run. Kind of less making love and more,” at this time I could feel a blush; crazy, I know, with what my brother and I had done so far, “more, ummm, fucking.” Now I really had his attention. “Nothing, really,” said our Dad, “It’s winterized, insulated, and between the fireplace and the backup wood stove it could be easily warmed up. I began to move his shaft, lifting my hips enough to press his head between my labia, stroking it up and down, lubricating it with my juices, as my gasps joined his. He quickly began the rhythm he and I had grown to love so
