I noticed her skirt seemed shorter and was sure it was giving our new friend quite a view. He stared at her intently as she slid by him. She sat by me...and put her hand on my arm. “I think my boy fiend is following us,” she said with a smile. “I guess he likes your smile. Your skirt seems a bit shorter or am I wrong?” “The old rolling the waistband trick.” “Well, when you leaned over that seat passing your boyfriend, I’m sure he had a very nice view of your ass.” “Maybe even more,” she said. She was sitting with her shoulders on the floor, face up. She was between the wall and our bed with her buns sticking up in the air above the mattress. She is really limber because of her dancingI checked to see if she was OK. She was fine but pissed off. She complained, "I'm trapped here...help me up, damn it!"She was right, she was pretty helpless being wedged between our bed and the bedroom wall. I laughed and told her, "I got ya just where I want ya, ya little fuck toy. You might was well. I walk around all day with my ass lubed up, just in case my brother wants to fuck my tightest hole.“But there’s something I need to tell you...”I just nodded, hoping that it made my tits bounce enticingly. I’d started watching my movement a lot these days, trying to make sure that everything I did - every gesture I made, every step I took - would help get my brother hard, so I could help him get off.God I wanted to help my brother get off. It was constantly at the forefront of my mind - it was. Allie held on to his shoulders and threw her head back in a startled moan as John continued his exploration of her throat, enjoying the heat that seeped into his sensitive cock from her body. His mouth reached the neck of her tank, preventing further advancement unless he took care of it. With Allie saddled on his crotch and his hands holding her steady, John moved away from the wall and walked the short distance to his bedroom. At the edge of the bed, John set Allie down, letting her slide.