“I don't want to go see her, I call her back later.”“Why didn't your brother come over to watch you?”“Because I hate him, and he doesn't dri...e”My brother and I never really got along, my mom always took special care of him and made sure no one ever hurt his feelings. Mommy's boy to a t. “You don't hate him.”“Yes I do.”“What ever you say baby cousin.”“I'm not a baby anymore. You should know that.”“I do, but that doesn't change the fact that you are my baby cousin.”“Whatever.”“Why did you ask. ”“Since you put it like that,” Frances said, returning to her chair.“You’re not serious,” I said, beginning to sweat. The basement wasn’t that cool.“It’s only fair, love,” Mary said. “I’m not a big strong man who can spank a person until they are kicking and squealing across my lap. I’ve got to have some other element to make the scene as embarrassing for you as you make it for me.”“But I’ve never spanked you hard—never for real,” I protested.“You know, I’ve noticed that. I’ve even. My tongue welcomed hers, they made love as they rubbed against each other. Our faces parted long enough for her to say, ‘I wanted you the first time I saw you.’ I responded, ‘I need you.’ I led her to the bedroom. We both watched with a sense of anticipation as we undressed, then lay next together, our hands touching each other all over. She suddenly drove several fingers deep inside me. I yelled, ‘oh yes … fuck my pussy.’ She began rapidly working her fingers in and out. Within seconds, my. ’ he smiled from the side of his face, before kissing me again. His hand slid further down my stomach before his fingers peeled at my panties. Sliding under two fingers I gasped lightly at his soft touch against my soft skin. I instantly felt myself turned on, I could feel the tingles between my legs starting to throb, the feeling of wet inside my pussy. One finger, two later I gasped again. His lips pressed further onto mine, more pressure, as I tightened my grasp around his neck, my hand.