Yes, he was always my buddy and yes, he’d always had his younger sister’s back. “Are you ready for the game? That was it; two, three seconds of his light touch and circling it and my body was hit with an orgasm that had me screaming into the pillow, had my brother laughing loudly as he continued his cock’s plunging. My brother was as stiff and hard as a hammer handle. “And every team has a utility player, one who can fill in at any position they have to?”
“Sure, I know that.”
“How would you like to learn another position or two?” Raucous laughter from his sister as the penny dropped and I realized his double entendre meaning. Another code was “Is there a game on tonight?” and if our parents were home that night the code for a meeting in the family room that night would be “no, I’m just going to watch the post-game summary.” It was an ironic code because there was absolutely nothing summary or hurried about our family room lovemaking. As good as missionary?”
“Perfect. And again. Ok, multiple fucks if you must. We have both had good – charmed, even – careers. Absolutely. No, we’re happy to stay. We had never had sex with any clothes on, I realized, and was thrilled by the furtive, taboo, conspiratorial nature
