But neither of us understood that at the time and neither of us, absolutely, realized where it would lead us. Once our parents were back the rest of the day passed normally, our folks happily describing the cottage, Paul and I describing his game, and plans for the following week. “Oh Jesus,” is all I could manage as the my brother’s cock kept up its rhythmic in and out. By now it was late afternoon and I agreed. Somehow it felt that my brother had made my body a San Andreas Fault of pleasure and that he had just brought on the greatest tectonic shift imaginable. I blushed at how grown up they made me feel and from the corner of my eye could see my brother coloring as well. Not in a car, Paul. And with that we fell to the bed. Two signal events in that happened the week after my birthday dinner.
