I was aiming at the toilet as I stroked my shaft and rubbed over the head as I went over the top I could feel a load building as I gently rubbed my ba...ls. I grunted as a couple of spurts splattered the back of the toilet. As I was squeezing out the last of it, I noticed a movement at the partially open door. Oh shit, it was Janey. That sinking stomach feeling came over me as she ran to her room and slammed the door.Well, I figured she would tell, so I cleaned up in a hurry and went to see. His finger absently mildly sliding in and out of the condom.Avian held up her hand. "I just... need a... minute." she assured the boys in between stifled gasps.It soon dawned on Casey that Avian was gasping in time to his flexing finger. Experimenting the older brother stopped moving his finger.A blushing Avian stopped her rhythmic gasps. Casey then flexing his finger in and out of the condom. He was rewarded with an unguarded squeak of pleasure from the redhead. Alarmed by the unintended sound. She began to place items on the table in front of her. First her laptop, then an electric razor. With Mrs. Wong’s help, she turned on the video display, and dimmed the lights. The projection showed the panels mounted in a small outdoor frame, and a series of electrical items were plugged into a small outlet, one at a time. There was a medium size refrigerator marked as a 15 cu. ft. SunFrost, a 32′ LCD television, and a satellite dish receiver. The dish was marked as 12 volt, DC. The various. His hands press her body into his and hers find the waistband of his pants. She grabs his ass through his boxers and he begins working his hips against her.She pulls off his shirt and tosses it off the bed. She exploring every inch of his chest, the muscle on top of her, his arms on her. He unclasped her bra and removes it. He presses her closer to him and her bare chest against his sends electricity to her core. His tongue dances with Diya’s as her fingers find his pants belt loops. She tugs.