I do see it when I'm out, you know. There is temptation sometimes. I can touch and hold it but still don't quite believe it, but when I see your eyes.... I hugged him tight. "Somehow you are easier to compartmentalize." Thanks ... I think. It's not like I ever EVER in a million years believed we would be here like this." You never once thought about me, ever?" I pouted."You're my sister! I mean, I mean...." He was thinking what to say."Go ahead. Be honest. It's OK." I always thought you were. We eventually started going to strip clubs when we went out without our wives, and although it was not openly discussed, I could tell from some of the comments that the guys were masturbating after our nights out at the clubs, and at least I knew that I sure was. They were also both always talking about at least wanting a blow job since they weren’t getting any pussy. We were at one of the clubs one night, and I saw something that surprisingly got me aroused. We normally sat right by the stage,. He brought me to an orgasm and then he stuck a finger in and fucked me with it. It hurt at first but then it felt good. I had another orgasm and then he told me I had to return the favor. He started to unbutton his pants and he pulled out his dick it was 5 maybe 6 inches long and rock hard. This was the first dick is seen in real life and I was mesmerized by it. He told me to grab it and stroke up and down. So I did and he started to moan so I did it a little faster. Then on between moans he. I wandered to the bedroom, wet with the mix of our cum. I noticed there were three joints on the dresser next to my cell phone, a final gift from Jack. I took a nap and when I awoke I cleaned up the place, packed by bag and left for home.--That evening I was a bit tired and took some wine, a joint and a pencil and paper into my bedroom and got into bed. As I sipped the wine and smoked the pot I made a list of my days with Jack, and just for fun I added up all of the sex we had, day by day. I.