Me, I was going nuts inside as I thought about what would happen when his friends got there. I was sure that the phone call was to tell the other boys...to come over. We sat in silence for almost a half hour and listened to music."Kyle, would you please tell me what's going on. What are you going to do?" I looked at my brother and noticed his smile. "Um, I saw what you did in Mom and Dad's room."Kyle smiled and nodded. That's when I realized that for the last two weeks, he'd been setting me up.. I started again with a slow rhythm to let drift along in the afterglow of her orgasm. But it was not long before her second climax started building. I could feel her tensing as I listened to her squeals. This one was somewhat tamer, only an eight on the Richter scale. After two more shuddering earthquakes I had to stop or there would not be any dessert. As I rolled off her to calm down a bit before what was to come next she decided to first attack my nipples. She was an expert, I noted, filing. He said I wish I could see your mums panties, I said shall I go and see If there's some in the washing basket, mums out at bingo, He said go on then Son but don't let anyone see you, there were two pairs in the basket, both white satin, I had a quick sniff and put the best pair in my pocket and went back to the cabin, I pulled them out excitedly and said I got some Burt, omg he said, let me look, he put them to his face and said, God they smell beutiful, he went on to say bloody hell James your. I choke on an involuntarily taken gulp of air in surprise and sensory confusion. I am enjoying this, but it’s very stimulating. Way overstimulating, actually. There is no reason I should be this hard, this soon. Or this sensitive. It’s fun, but I worry it’s going to get old sooner than I might have imagined.The room we are walking into now is as cold, barren, and rusty as anywhere else we’ve been through. The whole place has the look of somewhere that was once pristine, tidy, and sterile, but.