No tension. We were both attractive people, at least I thought so, but we managed to stay away from anything compromising. Until now that is.Tasting h...m was great. Something about him was different than the others; clean, soft, not really easy to explain, but good. It did not feel dirty. I was never good at deep throating, and was not about to try, just took my time, easy, not hard, pleasing. Maybe that is why it felt so natural. There was no rush, no pressure to perform, just the enjoyment of. This is their home. It is not we feeble two-legged people who come to oppose you, but the legions of Mother Earth. Next will come mo’éhe, the elk. Ho’néené’šeohtsévá’e and Ho’néemé’eōhtse, the White Wolf Twins, will come to lead them. But every one of the old ones will join them. Owl, Raven, and Hawk will lead the feathered. But even those who are too small to be seen will infect you. They will enter you through the water. They will eat you from the inside. Your walls will be trampled to dust. She raised her arms to cover her hard nipples and told her mother she was going to run upstairs and take a cold shower and get dressed for the day. Julie ran out the door before her mother could reply. Though the heat was stifiling she ran straight for the upstairs bathroom. She got inside, shut the door and looked at her self in the mirror over the sink. "What do I do?” She thought to herself. "My brother definitely caught me last night, and I think he liked it!!! What the fuck do I do? This. Her legs trembled and she grasped the railing for support. His eyes traveled back down following the gentle curve of her arm as her hand disappeared into her panties. Her back arched slightly against the railing and her eyes softly fluttered closed. Deeper, her hand slipped, searching, seeking and finding her wetness. A gasp escaped her lips, "Fuck me!!!" she implored.His hands moved quietly to his chest, fingers brushing the buttons of the silk shirt slowly, one button at a time, his fingers.