“I didn’t mean… If I was truly a good brother I probably should have continued to decline anyway. I was disappointed for a second since I thought she was leaving, but she didn’t. “How much time did you spend on that?” I wrote. “Mom and dad won’t know.”
“You got that dent in the door last time you took it out, I think they’d notice something like that.”
Kristin pouted as she sat down heavily on my bed, purposefully coming into my line of sight. As it turned out I was sort of right. After a little fumbling around her fingers closed on my zipper and started to tug it down. “That’s kind of weird,” she said with a hint of a giggle. Kristin’s handjob was feeling really, really good and I wanted her to enjoy the experience as much as I was.
