He peels back my speedo about half way and slaps his hard cock on clammy cheeks. I'm cold in the air conditioning, wearing nothing but my damp speedo ...nd I crave the warmth of his member inside of me. He grips me by the shoulders and steers my over to the edge of the sofa. He gives me a couple of firm spanks on the ass and pulls the speedo down around my thighs. "You should be ashamed of yourself for wearing this skimpy little speedo, what kind of a man are you? What did you think was going to. When Jake started to suck on his middle finger Kyle almost came. He took his hand off his cock and just let it throb while he watched Jake start fingering himself and jack off. Kyle just watched while he waited. If he touched his penis again right now he knew he would cum immediately. His dick was so swollen you could see it throb with the beat of his heart. Jake was staring at it intently as he beat his dick. “Why did you stop?” Jake asked. “Do you want some help?” Kyle didn’t know what to. She didn't wait for a response. She started asking me ifthey'd been washed and if so, did I wash them by hand. "I'm sure youwouldn't have just thrown your panties in the wash with the chance thatyour mother might have seen them."I was at a loss for words. How could I respond to these peculiarquestions? I thought it best just to tell her the truth. "First of all,I hand washed them because I didn't want Mother to find them in thelaundry." Did you hang them in your bathroom to dry?" she asked.. I ended up crying myself to sleep, and Scott seemed disappointed I didn’t want him to fuck me again. I felt really bad for the next two weeks. I couldn’t believe my own brother left me. I kept getting worried he’d have sex with this new guy instead of me. The thought just made it worse. But Scott just kept assuring me nothing was done. It got to the point where he started to get bored of my questions.Then I got the shock of my life. For some reason, I forget what; Scott had got home before me;.