My step-brother slowly slid his finger in and out of my butthole and it actually felt really good. And at one point he touched something inside me, s...mething that sent an electric shock through me, and I thought I was either going to pee or come. I moaned. “Oh fuck yeah,” I heard Sam hiss, “You like getting finger-fucked, don’t you, cunt?” “Mmm yeah,” I groaned as he pushed the tip of his finger right at that spot and I felt my whole body clench. “That’s it slut,” he said, moving his. It didn't seem to me like his life was very good.Bea moved her place setting down across from me."Well, tell me all about it. Did you kiss her?" She kissed me. She came up behind me in the bleachers, and kissed the back of my neck." What else? What did you do when she did that? Did you feel her up like I told you to?" I didn't do anything. She kissed me again, on the side of my face, and put her hand on my leg." On your leg? How high up? Did she rub her hand against you, or touch your dick?". “Shhh,” she said to the wall, even though it was she who was making the most noise. “They’re saying something.”Robby let his hands play across his sister’s breasts, squeezing them and flicking the nipples, which stood up proudly to be squeezed and flicked. He pulled her shirt up to give his hands room to move without catching in the cloth and bunched it under her arm pits. She ground her buttocks against his hardon and he let his hands slide down her flat stomach to the fastening of her jeans. There were chat logs and video logs and downloaded favorite stories. The email addresses of men and women she'd fucked online, shared stories with, shoulders she'd cried on and men she'd learned from. And Peter. An entire folder of Peter. Her journal from her trip to Las Vegas, her notes back when she was trying to figure out who he was, everything.She highlighted them all and clicked "delete". Then, she went to her browser and deleted her favorites. Finally, she went to the Main Profile page.