He gasped a little. So did I. He rested deep inside me for a few moments. “Does it feel nice?” I asked. “Yes” he whispered. “Ok I said, you ...an start fucking me now, slow for a little while, until I get used to your cock. He did what I said, easing almost all the way out and then easing back in deep. Long slow strokes, his warm hands pressing on the small of my back. In and out slow and steady. He had a rhythm. His cock filled me. Each time he withdrew it felt like he was coming out, but he. I had often fucked my wife thinking about Becky, and actually wondered sometimes if my wife had chosen her as our babysitter so that I might be able to have some fun with her.But this story really isn't about me and Becky, but what happened afterward. I did get home a lot earlier than expected, and told Becky that she could either head on home, or stick around and watch the game with me. She chose the latter, and I poured her a drink. By the time my wife came home, Becky and I were rolling. He was worried that you might find out and stop talking to him.Me- don’t worry about that, I was angry that he got to have sex and not me, I always wanted to see you naked.C- oh my baby brother had a crush on me, me too but didn’t know how you would react.C- will you be with me always?Me- yesC- I mean, even after you get married, will you care for me and have sex with me.Me- yes, I will always be with you, but please just don’t make me choose.She tightened her grip on my waist and said don’t. “When I first found out I had cancer, I thought my life gonna end” she said, out of nowhere. Oh, okay.“I had panic attacks about it, really bad ones where I couldn’t breath. That’s when they put me on Xanax. My boyfriend at the time couldn’t handle the stress, so he bailed on me.”Yeah, I know how that feels, Alex thought. He didn’t realize how bad Tiffany had it.“I’m sorry to hear that” Alex said, sympathetically.“He was a jerk, ya know?” she said with a strained voice. Alex saw her hand reach.