”“No, I’m not a virgin anymore.”. Fran admitted, equally embarrassed as her friend. “I lost it to my own brother.”“I wish I had a broth...r.” Susie said wistfully. Her face brightened. “If I had your brother, that would make us like sisters!”“So you’ll come over, then?” Fran asked. “Come on, get on the bus with me, and I promise you’ll have a lot of fun!”“Frannie, I’m scared it’s gonna hurt.” Susie whispered. She nervously dipped her hand down and cupped her groin, subconsciously protecting. ’ She watched him walk away then when back to her work. Her birthday wasn’t for another week and it warmed her that he wanted to do something with her to celebrate it. Kent usually took her out for her birthday. She figured this year would be no different. He was already making noises about where she wanted to eat at. It really didn’t matter to her because he would be there instead of Sam. It had been almost a month now since she moved to the couch. For a while Kent whined about her coming back. If it was not obvious that I was blushing before, it was bloody obvious now."My, my. You have been busy. But you are also breaking my heart. You promised that I would be next in line," Sarah said.That was too much for Sandra. She started to giggle and then said, "Don't worry. I think we could work out some kind of an arrangement so we could share him."I was now blushing so hard that one could mistake me for a red alien in some old science fiction show."Tempting, I might take you up on that. We loved both of you as brothers, so it didn’t matter to us who would end up together. We wanted our big brothers to be our boyfriends, and lovers.”“Where do Charlotte and Fredrika fit in?” Fred asked, with me interested in the answer as well.“Oh, they want to be part of it, but...”“What does that mean, part of it?” I interrupted.“They said that could be ‘our kids,’ when the time was right. And after we had our own kids, they could be babysitters to their nieces and nephews.”“Wait a minute, at.