By the time they got to their apartment house, Quentin’s party spirit was leaking away. He was sleepy, but -- paradoxically -- horny as hell. Even w...tching Letitia’s hips flexing in front of him didn’t make the last flight of stairs a pleasure. He was tempted to hold one, but she’d said that it was time to sleep.Letitia used the bathroom first. When she got back in her robe, he was holding his pajamas.“Need those?” she asked.“You said it was time for sleep.”“I said it was time for bed.” Fair. A wicked child, who not even God would have the sense to forgive. And it was because he'd taken his brother's life. Or rather, he'd taken the life that Oliver might have had.Oliver had been intelligent, strong. Born a full three minutes and eleven seconds ahead of David, there was a time when Oliver had done everything first. He'd been the first able to roll over, to crawl, and to stand. He'd even started to talk a whole year before David moved past the only word he ever managed to say: his. We need to remedy this," he proclaimed. He passed my lifted skirt off to me, giving me an adamant look that I was to hold it up for him. With one hand he continued to splay my panties out so that the elastic left red marks on my lower back and behind my thighs in order to explicitly expose the front. With his other hand, he clutched his organ once more, stroking it as he inched closer toward me.I closed my eyes and looked away.Aiming the tip downward, he pressed its bulging head firmly. Now both in our late forties this should all of been straight forward. We were going to stay for a couple of days to make the trip worth while and to visit a few family members.Anyway once we checked into our room, we laughed as we only had a double bed, rather than twin beds. The last time we shared a double bed was when we were k**s I guess. Our parents were planning on going straight to bed. So we decided to get a couple of bottles of wine in and have a chat about all sorts of things,.