I could have sent her text messages or emails but I didn’t. She hadn’t sent me any either. For those eight days I wondered what the hell we should...do about her carrying my baby. More to the point, what she should do? There were only two options, go to term or not, but the choice wasn’t mine.“It just never occurred to me that you could knock me up, I mean you’re my brother, that’s not supposed to happen.”I watched her picking at the salad in front of her, I had been home two days and this was. .. I...” He puts his hand behind his head out of uncertainty. “Shh... you don't need to say anything, I know.” I cut him off. I slip my hands down between his legs. I smile as I feel how hard he is, how thick, how smooth. As I take hold Donatello his breath catches, he lets out a moan. I press my body into his. Gently I stroke him with a slight turn of my wrist. I press my lips into his. I let out a moan into his neck in anticipation. I feel it getting warm and wet between my legs. I can feel. Visibly anxious, Jessie suggested we all take our clothes off.I did my best to ignore Jessie's husband's presence as I disrobed, and it surprised me how easy it was, actually. My eyes were glued to Jessie even before she started to push her thong down her hips and thighs, making me completely oblivious to her husband who was practically right next to me. As I continued to strip down, Jessie let her thong fall to her ankles before she kicked it disdainfully aside, leaving all of her holes. “Not that,” she giggled.“What then?” he was confused.“I'm just gonna be sitting around waiting for you to get off work for four hours,” she reminded him.”“You said you were gonna window shop,” he reminded her.“I only said that because I have no money.”“Are you asking me for money?” he asked.“I just let you fuck my ass and cum inside me. I thought you’d just give me some money,” she admitted.“Didn’t you complain about Shelly being a prostitute?” he reminded her.“I'm not trading sex for money,.