“Hey, I was coming this way anyway,” I quipped.“Yes, but I felt that I sort of cramped your style a little,” she replied.“No it was the late...ess of the hour that did that,” I said.“Well thank you, anyway,” she said, kissing me lightly on the cheek before she turned to walk to the door.“Goodnight,” I said, to her retreating back.“Goodnight,” she replied, then I thought she said something else, softer, that I couldn’t make out.I turned and headed down our driveway and let myself in.I said. I had from youth an excellent memory but about sexual matters a wonderful one. Women were the pleasure of my life. I loved cunt, but also who had it, I like the woman I fucked and not simply the cunt I fucked, and therein is a great difference. I recollect even now to a degree which astonishes me, the face, color, stature, thighs, backside, and sung of well nigh every woman I have had, who was not a mere casual, and even of some who were. The clothes they wore, the houses and rooms in which I. "Joerg eyed the man coldly."Had you asked me politely and in a way becoming of a fellow-soldier, I would have moved to yonder bench. Now, the answer is no." You damned whippersnapper, I'll teach you politeness!" the soldier fumed and proceeded to unsheath his broadsword.In a flash, Joerg jumped from his stool and gripped the hilt of his sword that had lain at his feet."Teach me then!" he challenged the scowling soldier."Ottfried! Do not breach the peace of this house!"The sharp order came from. He was in the middle of describing me as a filthy hole which wasn’t even good enough to store his semen when I realized - I didn’t want to be doing this.I didn’t want my brother to fuck me.The carnal need which had been overwhelming me at his words for more than a month suddenly disappeared, and a chill ran up my spine.Without hesitation, I moved forward, pulling my cunt away from his cock, feeling better the moment it left me.“I’m sorry,” I babbled, realizing how weird this must look to him,.