.. oh, what do we wear?” “How about our workout clothes?” “Works for me.” So, she gave me directions, and we left for her house. It was a ni...e little house just a few blocks away. She pulled into her carport and I parked behind her. As we were driving, it dawned on me that my workout clothes were still sweaty, which I figured I would mention to her. But, when we got there, she just grabbed my gym bag, and threw our gym clothes into the washer. “It’ll take about forty-five minutes to wash and. We went to our party room. We had more than the usual today, but still we would have continued had not Robin upset his glass on me with a big ‘OOPS’. I jokingly dumped the biscuits on his head and went to wash. On my way, I said I was quitting early since I had to both wash my shirt & take bath. I stripped naked and washed my shirt after hanging my pants. My shirt still had a whisky stink, so I thought to clean it with soap. I looked around for the washing soap and didn’t find it in the usual. I was torn between keeping my eyes clenched-shut and simply feeling the stimulation on my cock, or keeping my eyes open and watching my fat log move in and out of my little brother’s mouth. By the time he’d taken a little more than half of my cock into his mouth, I was feeling my knees begin to go weak, so for a bit of support, I grabbed Billy’s head with my hands. He grunted and started sucking a bit harder and moving his head a bit faster on my cock. Then, as though we’d been planning it to. "I get it. Sore subject. Won't do it again," he stated, whiping a tear of joy from his left eye.Pierre coughed into his fist. "Anyways, no. I'm gonna bust my ass and hope I make good grades."Matt made a sound somewhere between a sneeze and cough as he caught himself from laughing. "Poor choice of words, Peter." Go crucify yourself, Matt!" His fist lined up for another gut punch."I'll say it again, Peter! No means no! No matter how much you want it!" Matt laughed as he flexibly dodged the punch,.