"My jammies never looked so good," I smirked groggily."I'm sure," she retorted as she crossed to her own bureau. "This willhelp our little illusion un...il I can get something better." She held upa black knit tube top which I had always disliked since it's tightcross-weave design flattened her gorgeous bust, turning her mounds intonondescript hillocks, barely more prominent than a well-muscled man's.After a curt nod at her reflection, she crossed to the bed, tucked thesheet and comforter firmly. But look, I am not like Walk. I like for my dick to be savored” He then pulled my hand to his dick and placed it in my palm. I thought to myself to pull it away but my mind and hand take over common sense. I hand to stroke his big dick, feeling warm and smooth but it was hard as a rock. Every time my hand felt that veins in his dick it felt like it was helping a song for me to drop to my knees and give my mouth what it wants. As I was stroking his dick I heard him say “Yeah, just like that. They had always been straightforward with each other so talking about sex was rather commonplace for them."Just how many girlfriends do you have?" Tammi questioned."No girlfriends just hook-ups," he replied. "Wait until you reach college. You're such a little hottie that the men will be lining up to get close to you."Tammi felt the flesh heating up between her legs at his stories, at the knowledge that her handsome brother thought of her as a hottie and that's when the idea hit her: she needed. Sarah released the cuffs from Carrie’s wrists and helped her sit up on the table. Steve asked her if she had enjoyed herself, she had and she told him so. Sarah chimed in telling her it was good that she did because they wanted her to come back. They headed up the stairs and into the kitchen. Carrie told them she would come back but she was going to busy for a while. Steve told her that she would have to make time for them as she was now their little slut and if she disobeyed he would have to.