“Let me clean you up, Kathryn” said Mr Johnson, groping in his pocket for what was presumably a handkerchief or packet of tissues. “Oh no, you d...n’t,” she replied, picking up her bra from where it had fallen onto the floor. “I want to remember this for the rest of the day”. Shrugging the straps back over her shoulders, without further ado she slipped her still sticky breasts back into the cups. Globules of thick spunk oozed through the lacy holes and over the top. These she wiped off with her. " What?" she snapped as her door opened.She wasn't completely dressed, she had just pulled a dressing gown over her bra and knickers and that wasn't tied too well; it was quite a lovely sight."Look, sis," I said eyeing up her exposed body."What are you gawking at?" she snapped pulling her gown closed."The smell, you fucking idiot," I said."Oh," she said with a weak smile.Like I said, nice to look at but not much upstairs. I went back to my room, well, I had home work to do although I didn't. Terry was the last guest, He was twenty-five, many tatoos, short cropped blond hair and the longest man meat of the bunch at eight inches or a little more. He had been Dons best man at the wedding so she had known him for a year. He had always flirted with her, but nothing more till tonight. Don told her to get on her hands and knees. She promptly did it. He said that he wanted her to suck him first and the others could take turns using her cunt and ass hole. He lay on the floor with his prick. He chuckled, "If I'd been presented with that situation, I would still have my dick in your pussy." The frank language between the brother and sister was not unusual, although they usually used it to taunt or inflame the other. That night there seemed to be another motivation and another message.Alice said softly, "Honey, I think you've just met your first case of performance anxiety in a man. He was embarrassed in some way, maybe even knew he couldn't do what you wanted despite his willingness.