“So?” she smirked.“She’s happy. I’m happy. We’re good friends. We might do it again sometime.”“Of course she’s happy, Big Brother. H...ve you ever left anyone unsatisfied?”“Just her when she started talking relationship before I went to Sweden!”“That was a special case. You always satisfy them. I bet she begged for another time, too.”“She didn’t beg, but I won’t tell her no if she asks.”“Did you talk to Jennifer last night?”“Yes, Squirt. Why did you have to say something about Karin to her? That. I pulled her shirt up and her breasts covered by her bra were staring at me. I went to the top portion of her boobs and was kissing there very slowly. She kept her head back and was trying to hold her moans but was failing. Slight moans were coming out of her mouth as mmmm aaaa ssshhh….I went to her back kissing and didn’t remove my lips off her body. I was kissing her all the while. I went to her back and was kissing her back.Then I went near her bra hook and removed them with my teeth. She. I followed her, still ashamed. But that changed when she got up, and moved into my lap. She leaned forward and kissed me, grinding herself against my manhood. “I love you. And I want to prove it to you with more than just baseball” she said. She kissed me again, harder, and I let my hands travel, moving down her back, and then under her shorts and grabbing her ass. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and we wrestled with that while we sat there. I couldn’t actually believe this was happening.. . Just masturbating right before me. You're like that slut, Melody." I quivered. I never imagined that word in my fantasy. But thinkingabout my brother calling me slut the way Clint called Melody sent a hotshudder through me. I wiggled my hips, the toilet seat groaning beneath myrump. The fingers of both my hands rubbed my thick labia. I stroked thefolds between my thumb and fingers, massaging them. I groaned, imagining Tim shoving down his speedo. His cock thrust outhard, this.