“Doors open. Come on in.” Siza squeezed her thighs around my head again like she was holding me in place, made it harder for me to hear.The door c...eaked and there was noise of flip flops coming off outside.Siza’s thighs were still holding my head tightly. “Now keep going with that tongue of yours. Don’t get distracted. Try it. You have to make me comfortable. Not all ladies like this at first so be very gentle.” “Who is that?” I asked. “Oh, somebody. Don’t worry. Never mind them. I want you to. But I trusted him completely.His thumbs pushed against my back, working away my knots. It hurt, but only briefly, soon replaced by a sore relief. His hands went further down my back, slowly moving up and down from my neck to my lower back: firm, tender strokes. His fingertips pressed against my soft skin, lightly grazing along the length of my back, before his palms slid back down in the opposite direction.I felt like clay in his hands, being reduced first to simple matter so I could be. He tugged at his cock, loosening every last drop onto her tongue. Then they went back to his room. “Get down on your knees,” he ordered. She complied happily. It seemed to be one of the few things that still made sense to her: kneeling down and sucking her brother’s cock. He surprised her this time by cramming his cock into her throat right away and holding it there for a good ten seconds. He retreated. “Stick out your tongue, flat against your chin, as far as it will go.” She obeyed. No order. Her large breasts were actually almost entirely a padded bra. She had become insecure in high school, as other girls blossomed and she still had her measly A cups. The other women in her family all had large breasts, but she was left behind for some reason. In shame and frustration she'd started padding her bra. Not much at first, but after she found how much she enjoyed the attention she slowly expanded, until he had false C cup breasts. This was the cause of a lot of the attention she drew.