I surveyed the looks. I already know that 'this guy's married to a college student'. That's bad enough. So I toss a little gasoline on that fire. "She...s fifteen." I told you," Steve said. Steve's the senior engineer. "She and her adopted sister lectured me about multi-protocol interfaces for our protection networks. Her sister's a year older." You mean there's two of 'em?" the younger engineer squeaked."Buddy, if you ever get to Auburn, come by our office. I can show you the holes in the floor. I mean she really liked it. She held onto my tightly. Her face was flush. Her eyes were wide and she let out a few shrills when I opened it up on Route 15.She was holding around my waist and I guess she didn't realize where her hands were, but the feel of her tits on my back, hearing her letting out those thrill noises and not wearing underwear under my jeans (I have taken to going cowboy lately), I mean...I had a serious hammer going. Your mom's hand was right on it.When we got back to the. A sense of pure and absolute joy took over my senses as I came beside my brother, my climax so intense I feared I would scream out his name, begging him to fuck me so this feeling could last awhile longer, the both of us cumming together as it should be.Mark's body suddenly tensed beside me and I now feared the worst, that he had awaken to find his sister giving him what he would think was a hand job, and I guess he would be right. Reality however, far crueler, struck like a hammer when instead. Our hands wandered in and out of each other's shirts and all over everywhere else as we went. Eventually she moved from sitting sideways across my lap to outright straddling me in the chair. My neglected penis was tortured with the bliss of being crushed against her hot sweaty vulva and feeling only the dry cloth of my underwear. My head began to spin. When we finally came up for air it was almost 1:00 am."Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I should say goodnight til it.