“How about a soda on the patio?” suggested Paul. This was my offer to my brother, my gift of a consolation prize as I fellated him. I blushed at how grown up they made me feel and from the corner of my eye could see my brother coloring as well. And with that we fell to the bed. I knew he was thinking as much as I was about a possible home run. I learned that, possibly, the latex of Paul’s condoms might have contributed. As we both watched his softened penis fall from my vagina with a soft wet sound, we both noticed the slight bit of blood that had joined my juices, proof positive of the gift of my virginity to my brother. You were safe by a mile at home. He pressed in again, perhaps another inch as we both looked down and watched the slow progress of his cock.
