It tasted salty and really thick. I pulled back and looked at her. She was astonished."Wow, you've never done that before."I told her I was in a kinky...mood.I helped her up and then sat her on the sofa. Now it was my turn. I got on the floor and kneeled between her legs. She smiled at me and knew what I wanted her to do.She pulled off her shorts and panties. I leaned in and smelled her aroma. I could see how wet she was. She reached out with her hand and pulled me to her crotch. With her hand on. One year later we were still together; both of us students at our community college and still living at home. I opened my mouth wide and really got into the kiss. Her soft lips against mine as her long dainty fingers caressed my bare back. Her natural blonde (and artificially bleached blonde) hair smelled freshly washed. I grabbed one of her long toned legs, pulled it up, and twisted her around. Falling onto my bed, I pulled her tank top off exposing her flat stomach and her bikini clad B cup. But her assets are amazing I mean it. For that height, she had great dying ass which was coming out her tight black jeans. I thought she is the one who is sitting beside me. But luck didn’t cooperate with me. She was sitting in the next row.I thought that she is having her first flight journey. She is very excited and nervous and taking many selfies etc. When all the passengers were aboard I looked over and observed that there aren’t many passengers. So I tried my luck. I asked her if she is. Shamelessly reached down and replaced his hand with my own, as I shamelessly held my labia open.“Do you remember the first time you tasted me down there?”“Oh yeah,” he answered emphatically. “I will never forget how sweet you tasted.”“Would you like to see if it still tastes as sweet?”I wanted to savor every single step of the foreplay leading up to my long-awaited coupling with my brother. As I look back, recalling these events, I recognize that I wanted to recreate those precious moments in.