Surely he topped off his dress with his favorite crimson colored scarf or bandana hanging in his neck like a true play boy.“What the fuck is taking ...ou so long in the bathroom”, yelled his twin sister Matilda at the bathroom door. They both had come to meet the family for the Christmas, for the first time since they left home for college, almost a year ago and now after that long, sharing the same bathroom; they had shared all their life before going their separate ways was not easy. Plus, mom. "That's it." "Yesss..." I whispered hoarsely. "Pinch your nipple harder, don't let go." "Oh," I squeaked. "Fuck your ass faster." "Oh, God..." "There's something missing," he murmured, barely penetrating my senses. In a moment he had returned and I felt the cool spray of baby oil zigzagging across my back. Then a firm squirt, right at my asshole. "Fuck harder," he ordered. I felt his hands on me. They were gentle and smoothing my skin with the oil. God, I thought, if he'd spank me I could. It was an Army surplus wool blanket and came in quite handy. We spread it out, ate our victuals, and talked about the movie.When we were finished with the food, we packed up our trash, and he put it back into the car and then we got down to the business of sex.I had him lay down, so he could relax as I fished his cock out of his pants and began to suck him off. I was going for long and slow. I intended to make him come to the edge at least five times; I managed six. When he came, he screamed my. In actuality our hands had touched and he'd hugged me close, but with a barrier of woolly jumpers and oilskin clothing separating our flesh. These disappeared in my bedtime imaginary world and I wondered how much further, if any, we would go the next day or whether we would revert to our old shy selves.As it turned out, the progress in our relationship was fairly rapid. No, I didn't jump into bed with him but the experience of the storm had broken down the invisible barriers that kept us apart.