I felt good. I was just sitting on my couch after dinner watching sports when I got an email from Miranda. She wrote "you naughty boy" with that nude ...icture of her. I froze. Then she sent another picture with her legs spread holding her pink lips open. Miranda wrote the words "I want you!". My mind and pulse were racing, I was getting aroused. I wrote her back telling her to call me. She did and within minutes she was driving to my house.When my doorbell rang I jumped to the door, I was pacing. As she crossed the upstairs landing, sheheard the welcome clink of wine glasses and smiled to herself. She waslooking forward to a glass of wine after her day. She softly padded intoher bedroom and without closing the door began to unbutton her blouse.As the last button popped free, she tugged at the sheer garment andpulled it up from where it was tucked into her skirt. She reached behindher and unzipped the tight skirt, breathing a sigh of relief as itcarelessly slid down her nylon encased. I should have suspected. But no, I thought. He's my brother so I don't have to worry. He wouldn't do it again."At that, John stood up from the couch and turned without another word and walked out the front door, slamming it behind him. I was so surprised that I didn't even try to stop him. By the time I reacted, he was gone and I heard his car pull away.I waited for something to happen all that day but nothing. I tried to call John on his cell but got his voice mail. Same with Bobby. I finally. Please don’t stop.” And with that, he rebased my cock, and gripping both hips, began to sprint towards the finish line. All I could do was hold on as I struggled to keep my grunts and moans to myself. His breathing was becoming laboured as he sped on towards his release. I could imagine the sweat rolling down his body. “Your cock feels so good,” I gushed. “So deep, so hard. I love it, don’t stop.” My mouth was a sewer as I urgently moaned my salacious encouragements. “Give it to me, let me have.