“Lucky girl,” I thought to myself. Apparently I’m alright with sucking my brother’s cock, but not a cock covered in vomit… I’ll admit, I h...ve some weird standards.I ran downstairs and fetched the wastebasket, water and Pepto my mother had requested and brought them back up to Steve. I open his windows and brought his drenched clothes to the laundry room so his room wouldn’t smell like vomit later. “Steve, lay on the edge of your bed and roll on your side in case you need to puke again. I. ” She said, looking at me through her eyelashes.“Why didn’t you do it then?” I asked.“Well, I only said you are like my brother, but you are not actually my brother. I don’t want you to be my brother!” She responded.“What do you want me to be then?” I asked, feeling far from brotherly.“Ohh… Just a friend.” She said coquettishly.“Is that all?” I asked.“Well… a very, very good friend…” She answered, blushing.“Don’t you know very well I don’t look upon you as my sister? Maybe you can be my. ” I moaned and slid onto his lap, my wet pussy dampening his pants as I pushed against the bulge. “Can I Mr. Ross, Please?” I had began to unbutton my shirt and finally pushed it away from my tits as I dropped onto my knees.“Well no one has ever been able to before but go ahead Emily, take my cock out. Let’s see if you can earn that badge.” he watched as I slowly undid his pants and finally let his throbbing cock spring free. As I stared in awe at his immense pole I thought back to the night at. Sandra said she plays the guitar and since we had that old one of grandpa's I thought I would let her see if she could play it."I didn't say a word since when I looked at Sandra she gave me that look. You know the one I'm talking about. The one that says if you open your mouth, I will clobber you when we get by ourselves. All women have it, young or old. I sat back in the chair and shut my claptrap and waited to see what would happen. Of course Joyce had to stick her two cents worth in and it.