I felt secure and soon drifted off. His adjusting behind me stirred me from my deep slumber. The sun was glaring through the blinds and sprawled on th... pillow in front of me like a relaxed cat. I couldn't keep my eyes shut for long. My brother ran his hand between my legs, exploring the gape of my thighs and found the wetness dwelling there. I'd wanted to have him inside of me last night but my sadness suppressed any sexual arousal I might initially have known. He gently pushed inside me and. " She had me sit on the edge of the tub, thighs widely parted as she began to press the tips of two fingers against my sacred hole, 'Take a breath baby, this might hurt a little." She moved to push her fingers into me in a long, fluid movement, the main thing I remeber is the popping sensation and the blood, lord was there blood. I moaned loudly as she began to open me up, however had to cover my mouth to prevent from screaming, she offered bites and kisses to my knees in attempt to draw. Then I did in depth scent studies on them. The initial results were promising. More of the test subjects reacted and more strongly than before. But in the end not enough to be economically viable for the study backers. But the research was done and I published and got my PhD." I paused to swallow and calm myself before looking back at the therapist before continuing at her nod, her gaze was at best 'professionally nice' and I started to feel that I was in trouble."Then nothing much happened. I. I would also be okay if we never acted in that manner again, though part of me was disappointed. “Do you want to?” He asked me, raising his eye brow and looking me in the eye. “Do I want to what?” I asked him back. “Do it again.” he stated matter of fact “Do you?” I inquired. I looked up at him and gave him a small smile. I did want to do it again. I wanted to see him touch himself. I wanted to kiss him again and feel his body pressed up against my own. I wanted to hear the sound in his.