“Whats the matter sweety? Did I hurt you? I implore“No you didn't but look at the gross mess I have made. How could I do that? I hate myself” sh... said through her tears“Oh no Kell that's what I wanted to happen. I wanted you to cum like that. I will clean it all up. Why do you think I threw my duvet on the floor?” I explained, as I took her hands away from her eyes and removed her wet hair from her face.“Really you knew I would do that and you still did whatever you did to me? I can't even do. Cyril swallowed audibly and didn’t speak. His face had reddened noticeably though. I couldn’t gauge whether it was from anger at her words or still from his surprise at her appearance. The coldness was gone from her voice when she next spoke to me. “I see that Cyril was good enough to have brought you a drink. I’ve got a few snacks for you that I prepared as well.” We both watched her walk to the kitchen and return with a tray of snacks. She proffered it to me first, leaning well over as she. “Oh shut up! You know we’re not blood-related.”Pressing her advantage, Stacy smugly responds, “Well, it doesn’t matter. He’s still your brother.”Emily, turning half away, starts to lift her nose up in the air, and with an uppity voice, “Well!” She exclaims, like she had just been given the biggest insult of her life, and finishes it off with, “I don’t know why I should do you any favors when all you do is ... is ... insult me!”No longer able to carry on this feigned fight of theirs, not when so. "Well ... I..." I stumbled for words."Do you still need time to recover?" Sara said surprised. "You're not getting hard." Um ... Laura was in the bathroom ... uh ... waiting for me." Laura?" You know, long legs, long hair, brunette," I tried to joke."Laura?" she said again."I think it's now a tradition," I further tried to joke.I explained to Sara what just happened with Laura in the bathroom and also told about the first time it happened when we were up here last winter."Why didn't you just.