Then after our meal I went to bed, the three days had tired me.Work for the next two days went well, although Steve wasn't his usual horny self, and n...ither was I. It seemed we'd had enough for the moment. Even looking up the leg of my shorts, didn't get the usual response, and I teased him about it. It was all in fun. I knew the following week we would be back to our usual routine.Saturday, I rose early, impatient to get going. Paul had left for work, and mum and dad were still in bed. I went. I can remember thinking to myself at the time that I was going to have my work cut out here getting what I required out of him. We went through all of the boring financial details, and at the end of it all, he refused me a mortgage, as I wasn’t earning enough. Desperate times called for desperate measures. I stood up from his desk and removed my crop top, and then my white lacey bra releasing my now unfettered breasts which swung freely on being freed from their constraints. I thought I. The next morning, I was still trying to process what I had done.Did I really eat Luca's cum? Did I really want his raw cock inside me, and did I really want my brother to cum deep inside me? Yes, yes, I did.The sun was peeking through my curtains and I there was nothing but silence throughout the house. It was more than likely that everybody was still sleeping or not yet home from work. I had such a hard-on that I needed to jerk off. I closed my eyes and slipped my hand down my shorts, thinking. The feeling good, floating, the pleasure. You look so beautiful, your skin is so soft, so tender, so lovely. Feel it, feel it. Mmmmmmm."She doesn't open her eyes, doesn't say anymore. Doesn't try to twist away, or tighten her legs. My finger insinuates between the folds, not far, a half inch or so, and the inside of my knuckle presses against the soft spot above her pubic bone where the g spot should be. As I do it, she sucks in a breath. I can almost feel the tension between her body's urge to.