Yes, I’d felt his tongue and his fingers in my vagina, but this was nothing like that. His face brightened immediately as he stepped closer, took me in an embrace, and kissed me. He put his hand in and drew out a small packet; rolling back to me he held it up for my inspection. The next hour repeated our last session on the den couch as I again stroked my brother to orgasm, this time catching his jets of semen (how could he produce that much cum so quickly, I wondered) in a cloth I’d brought from the bathroom. Do you mean my brother’s erect penis entering my moist, hot vagina?” Then, ending the tease, I said “Paul, we’ve gone so far that I couldn’t stop or turn back now if I tried. I know, Paul, but we’ve talked about this,” my eyes searched his stoney expression, his eyes giving away nothing. I was so relaxed cuddled with my brother on that perfect summer evening that there wasn’t a scintilla of nervousness in my body.
