She said nervously, sounding confused to why this might be. 'Yes, Chantelle, because you're ontop of me and I'm naked.' I said, like I was stating the...obvious. 'This is too weird, you're meant to be my brother'. She said softly. I didn't say anything and just lay there in bliss, moving my other hand up from her ass to a perfect tit and massaging it gently. 'Come on Chantelle, it's ok'. 'Max, this is weird, you're my brother and I can feel that you're like... oh my god I'm wet'. She started. This allowed her to squeeze his dick rigorously, which felt good to them both. Usually, her face was buried in a pillow so that she could vocalize orgasmic bliss, which could be quite loud.The downside was that she couldn't watch her beloved husband pile drive her ass. But, she could easily grasp his hands for an additional connection.Doggie style anal allowed her to push back while he was advancing forward. She had better control of the pace and also reveled in the deeper penetration. When. She had showed me her pussy very intimately one day, and named each part of her pussy as she opened herself up to me. I was fascinated and it really gave me a tingly feeling in my pussy watching her do it, my face inches away from her spread sex. I could smell her delightful odor. It almost drove me crazy. Her flesh had been gleaming wet from her pussy juices. Her odor had surrounded me and I remember salivating like mad. I rubbed faster and faster, my body becoming more and more excited. I was. I rolled over quietly and carefully tiptoed from the room.Forty-five minutes later after a long hot shower I was sparkly cleanagain. I sprinkled baby-powder across my chest and under my arms.Noticing that I was already hot and prickly between my legs, I applied athick sheen of diaper-rash cream before slipping on a new diaper. BeforeI went back into our room I rummaged around in the bags I brought homeand found my surprises, I hoped Stephen liked them.I opened the bedroom door and he was.