His voice was cracked and dry. "I don't know what-" Now hold on, that ol' voice just won't do, sweetie -ooo!" she hesitated."I never realised how wond...rfully feminine that was!" She paused for amoment as if concentrating, and then continued, "From now on you'll referto everyone as Sweetie, Cutie or Honey! Isn't that just fab!"Through the petrified fog of his mind, John tried to respond, "Honey, I'mnot, like, totally sure... Like, omygod!"With no more than a few words from Rachel, John had some. My cock made a huge tent. In the excitement I started sweating too. I took the plunge finally!I put my nose softly over her right hand armpit and sniffed. It gave me a high! I must have pre cummed again. What a smell! I didn’t want to push my luck too far. I withdrew quietly to my side of the bed thinking what’s happening. I was scared my breathing so close to her armpits will wake her up.After a while making sure she isn’t awake, I again put my hand on her tummy softly. I remained like that. . (damn, there's always a "but" that follows such a good start)... but, this is scary stuff. I don't know what's right and what's wrong. I know how I feel, but that doesn't make it right. Won't you give me some space, please?"When she said "please" to me with that certain sincere, loving tone of voice, I was a goner. "Okay, okay. But don't blame me if I'm limping around all the time." (As if there were blame or that I'd really be limping. The major organ limping in me was not my dick... it was. I felt myself starting to get wet. I tried to pull away. He was so strong and powerful. He wouldn’t let me go. I loved it. His big hands gripped my body a bit tighter. It felt like I was going to melt right there. His hands went into my panties. I gasped; I never let a guy touch me before. Let alone my own brother. He started to rub my clit gently. I began to moan. I tried not to but it felt too good. I knew if I would have moaned he would have stopped. I tried to keep it in but I let it out..