We were very close, my brother and I, and that didn't change even when we became teenagers. When I was nineteen, I moved into a dorm at college, but I...still kept in touch with my brother. More than with our parents, actually. I invited him over to campus, where we went for ice cream and talked about college and junior high, parents, the future and boys/girls. The other girls at my college loved my little brother Max, and thought he was cute. And Max was of course on cloud nine every time at. She'd pleaded with her husband to take them home, that she didn't want to do this anymore. He was having none of it, he told her that they'd come this far and they couldn't quit. He, like her, wanted the baby as much as she did.Unable to convince him, she went back to the room to pack. There was a rap on the door and she opened it, expecting to see her husband. Andy pushed the door as soon as she'd opened it. "Stop it. My husband will be back any minute and we're going home," she uttered."I. Here is my little sister bent over with her freshly fucked cunt exposed, cum dripping off her ass, running down her leg, me kneeling behind her with my dick in my hand. I couldn't have come up with a plausible story to cover this no matter how much time I had. The instant I heard the voice behind us, a quick jolt of terror ripped through me, I FROZE, nothing registered in my mind other than WE'RE CAUGHT !. My sister had immediately dropped down on her side pulling her blanket for cover while. .. just to talk, of course. She’d really liked talking, even though she’d told him some very private things. She was pretty sure she could trust him not to blab that around. She could trust him that far, at least. And he had spent all that time with her, without trying anything. She had never had that kind of conversation with a man ... a conversation in which he said he wanted her ... as a woman ... but then didn’t push it ... didn’t force it ... didn’t demand it.The woman in her loved that.