She simply nodded. We continued for 5 minutes after which we heard many footsteps and immediately left. Since we were slightly hot our friends enquire... what happened guys. I just said that the fan wasn’t running so it was very warm in there. Someone may have understood what happened inside but who cares.The next day when we reached college I enquired whether she would like to go to the library and she agreed. Entering the book shelves she was walking in front of me and I started touching her. “OK then I guess,” Brett replied. “Well we're not forcing you, just suggesting it, obviously if you two if you wanna be serious about each other, then go find out if the sex is gonna be hot now that we know,” Bob said. Then I tried to read between the lines a bit, I wondered if they really didn't want us together. “Are you upset that we're brother and sister just having sex?” Brett asked. Then he took a deep breath. “Well, a little. I mean we're happy for you two, don't get us wrong, but this. And they never complained. My father and his idiot brother Theo were complainers. They whinged and bitched about everything from the price of Ouzo to the kommounistikos (communists) , poustis (gay men) and pornis (sluts) taking over the country. John Wayne, Gary Cooper, Alan Ladd, Randolph Scott all became my idols. They never complained and never cried. Not like men today. My father would cry, he would weep, if he ran out of Ouzo.Adam was like one of those men come to life. A Real Life Hero. When I reached the couch,I turned to look at him. He had followed along behind me and stood only afew feet away. As I watched, he flexed the muscles in his arms and chest,showing off his body. "Like what you see, boy? Ready for some action?" Icould only nod my head. "Then strip naked, faggot," he said as he sprawled onthe couch. He watched me as I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes andsocks and dropped my shorts and underwear. I felt kind of strangestripping for this big black stud, but.