I have to admit it though, sometimes when I was really in the mood for it, I would go to the bedroom earlier than my brother to release the sexual des...re I felt raising. Quite often, my brother would come in to the room when I was halfway through masturbating. I would be quiet and stop for a while to pretend I was asleep.When my brother got to his bed, he would turn his lamp on and rummage through his bedside draws, he would pull out his phone charger, his iPad and his headphones. I knew. I asked Bethany what she thought of me seeing Doctor Mercer, because Ohio’s laws aren’t as insane, and because the statute of limitations has expired there.”“Statute of limitations?”“For me being arrested for sexual assault on my sister. Five years after she turns eighteen for something that happened when she was a minor.”“But it continued after that.”“Did it?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.“Sorry, no, of course it didn’t.”“She was born in 1967. I was married in 1985. It was all before I was. It wasn't that they didn't like each other, but Jess and Luke had very little in common these days. They had different friends, Luke being more of a social butterfly; different tastes in music, Jess listened to more heavy metal and rock, while Luke was more into the pop music scene; etc... Once they got to school, that was it. The car ride there was the most time they spent with each other in a day and whichever one wasn't driving that day just stared at their phone the entire ride. Everyday. An intense burst of pure pleasurejolted through my body. I squeezed again. "Ooooh YESSSS." No one couldhave mistaken my slutty cries for a man's. Not that I felt like one atthat moment, rolling on the floor squeezing my own swelling tits. Asudden twitch from my forgotten cock drew my attention back to mycrotch and I rolled over in time to see my penis give a final spasm,launching one last great spurt of cum across the room before thetorrent of spunk ceased. The mighty pole was starting to.