.. I lost track of the time as I played with myself; my attention was so focussed on watching my brother stroke himself, watching him jerk off in fron... of me. His hand travelled up and down, and I moved my fingers in and out of my pussy in time to match it. My breathing, too, matched the rhythm of my brother’s strokes.Up and down. In and out. Breathe, breathe, stroke, stroke.As I watched, I found my arousal growing again, but at a slow, more manageable rate this time. I was getting horny,. "Good, it looks a lot better. I think you may even be ready for some light exercise" Aunt Heather said, her voice still clinical. Heather was proud of the boy. He was obedient and trying hard to control his excitement by following the breathing exercises she had made him practice yesterday. Just holding his hot meat in her hand had made her wet. She wanted to push up against him and fill her wetness with his thick stump. She knew he wouldn't last more than a few seconds. She'd thought about it. Quickly, and harshly, the brothers removed all the thumbtacksfrom her body. By the time they were finished, Denise was crying again. Jakegrabbed her shoulders and knelt up perfectly straight, just like she had beenstanding. He walked around and tied her elbows together as well, to arch herback a bit and jut her breasts out a little. He left the room for a momentand returned with a video camera. Setting it to record he spoke. "This is a testof your endurance Denise," he said. "I have to go to. After the show was over, he told me he was fucking horny and asked if we should rent a room. I told him there was no time for that. I led him to a men’s toilet in the hotel business center that was closed for the night.We embraced, kissed and I wasted no time getting down on my knees to put my mouth on his bulge. His dick and balls made a clear imprint on the fabric. I pulled his pants down and engulfed his dick down my throat. Sam was so horny to fuck me that he couldn’t wait for a blow.