My father knew that I was now relaxed and I could tell that he wanted to use it to his advantage but my brother wouldn’t let him.“No, let her beg ...or it. That way, you wont have to worry about feeling guilty later,” my brother said to my father. They were both up to my thighs now and were both working hard to massage me right near my crotch. This only made my juices flow even more. As I watched them, I could feel myself actually starting to get tired. If they kept up with their massages, I. Now, let's move this meat around to the back of my shop and unload it so that I can get accurate weights."We did that, and I came away with $19.71, more money than I had ever seen before in my life. I could hardly wait to tell Mary of our good fortune. I found her at the general store stocking up on salt, flour, sugar, and coffee. The bill was $1.13, and I sure was happy that I had struck such a good deal with Mr. Benson.We had a great trip riding home, and Mary said that she wanted to. The brother in the story was a little aggressive but I found that to be equally arousing. Was that normal? It didnt matter, the idea of Brian inside me was making me too hot. Slowly opening my eyes to continue the story I realized, I wasnt alone. Looking over at the doorway, Brian stood, opened mouthed and with a combined look of anger and total shock on his face. Drusilla! What the fuck are you doing in my room&hellip,.and&hellip,and&hellip,.. His eyes were as big as dinner plates. If it wasnt. As my mom finished her story, she looked at me and said laughing “Is that a little inappropriate to do in front of your mother?”I followed her gaze and found that she was commanding about my hands inside my pyjama pants. I had no idea when my hands slipped inside my pants or when I had put a finger in my pussy. When I took out my finger I was dripping wet, just like my pussy.I looked at mom and said “sorry mom, but you made me wet”My mom gave me a surprised look and said “I think I have given.