Mine had left me little insurance too, but nothing like my bud’s fortune. But, I was able to get a job almost immediately which insured that I’d b... able to take care of my eighteen year old self no problem.To kind of reemphasize the point being made here: the two of us were—“were” being the operative term—closer than two actual blood siblings. Rodney had been best man at my and the then Claire Woodrew’s wedding which is another salient fact per this story. That wedding occurred three years. The whole dress looked great on my slim frame and swished about as I twisted in it.I had no idea what Ben was planning but I got myself ready and did some beautiful make-up, ideal wedding day style. By the time I got my coat over the frock I felt on top of the world. Such a good looking girly boy ready to meet her new husband.I walked the short distance to Bens home it’s in a quiet residential part of the city centre I have never had a problem walking anywhere in the city. Maybe this dress was. She rolled over and I moved up and sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I was sucking and biting it, then I moved to her other tit giving it the same treatment. I felt her reaching for my cock and she told me to lie down as it was her turn to have "some fun". I lay back on the pillows and Carla got between my legs and began tonguing my balls, rolling them around in mouth. She licked up the shaft of my cock and then in one quick motion sucked in the head of my cock and then she kept. "Very much so, and even I find it very erotic whenever he does, though mostly, he prefers shooting himself onto me instead while I watch him." Oh my God!" I thought to myself as I continued to sit there looking over at her."So ... is it ok then if I watch you?" she asked once again. "I promise I will not say anything to anyone of what I see here," she said with an edginess to her tone of voice, that told me she was actually aroused, or at the very least, becoming so."He uh ... he uh ... likes.