On my next stroke I moved even lower, stroking the full length of his shaft. His next report was due in a few days and I would have to find a way to control my animal urges at least until then. I wasn’t in a habit of asking my big brother for help, but after all, that’s what family is for, right? “Say it, tell me what you want me to do” I urged him. I wiped it up with my finger and felt the slipperiness of Jeff’s sperm that had seeped through the fabric of his pants. Its big mushroom head pressed gently against my cervix and my lips stretched around the base while my clit rubbed against his pubic bone. He had not cum yet and was still fucking me slowly with shallow strokes as he lay on top of me. It was all slippery from Jeff’s cum and my own wetness, and using our juices as lubricant I massaged him back to hardness.
