Then I felt two fingers at my entrance slide into me deeply. I gasped loudly as her fingers gently moving, filling my pussy so beautifully. Next was t...e feel of her tongue on my clit, slowly circling it. Then her long tender fingers started to fuck me. Long, slow, smooth strokes that went all the way out to the edge and then back in deep.“Oh god please, don’t stop. Please…” I was writhing and moaning in complete ecstasy, on the verge of climax.Her tongue and fingers found a rhythm; a relentless. Peter didn't want to admit it, but he'd missed her these past few weeks. Not only was his hand no comparison to her mouth and body, but he'd grown to appreciate Diane as a friend, and missed spending time with her.However, now she was back, and Diane had texted Peter to invite him over for another recording session. They'd pre-recorded a few miscellaneous pieces of audio erotica for her to post to her fans while she was gone, but that was weeks ago. Now, Peter was ready and eager for something. This brings me to the story at hand. She still lives at her parents, with her mom and dad and brother. The parents are very nice, but I never got to know her brother Eric very well. He just turned 18 and is a quiet guy that is always polite but doesn't have much to say, usually. Beth and I went over there for one Saturday to help her do some housework. Mom and dad were to be away at a friends house, and we were supposed to be all alone. When we got there we noticed that was not the case. Eric,. Their breathing would speed up, their faces flushing, and they would start to clench up their whole bodies. They would either hit the shower or go lie down back in the girls-only rear of the boat whenever it happened, and neither was willing to talk about it or subject themselves to the automeds for help. Mom was especially afflicted, and I began to get worried that she was either sick or that she was hiding something she didn’t want to tell us – I immediately wondered if she somehow knew.