Her smile tells me just how much the compliment means to her. Soon we are sitting in her kitchen, slugging down a couple of glasses each of her fine ...rewed sweet tea. It may just be my imagination, but I seem to detect a glimmer in her eye. It’s either a playful look or a sensual look but in either case it just endears her to me all the more. And by the throbbing in my shorts, that beautiful look has not gone undetected by my cock either. As our bodies cool down the synthetic shirts are. And he's had sex with my best friend who tells me that he's just great, even fabulous, in bed.And, he's in the next room.My 'well-hung' brother.My 'great in bed' brother.My 'he gives oral great' brother.Seems I don't know my own brother well enough. Here he is in the same house, in the room next to mine, the well-hung guy my best friend raves about. And she was thirteen when all this happened. We're fourteen now and I'm still no nearer experiencing my first sex. That's gotta change.I wanted. And I don't know how I made it back up. But I did it and, with bursting lungs, swam back to the beach that seemed miles away. In the distance, I could see the ruins of Gorndon decayed and empty again.When I staggered out of the lake, Tom was there sitting with three piles of clothes looking. His shirt was off. My legs were still shaking from the orgasm I had below. He must have seen some of what had happened in my face because he paused his undressing."What happened?" he said. "Are you okay?"I. The touch of his hands gliding along her flanks, pulling the band from her hair and burying into the mass was an aphrodisiac in itself. And suddenly the only thing which mattered was the feeling of his skin, the impediment his clothes presented to her questing hands. She was impatient with his shirt, almost certainly losing one of the cufflinks as she tried to drag it down his arms. He let her take control until he had lost his suit jacket, tie and shirt to her attack, until she had tasted the.