I collapsed onto the bed beside her, my chest heaving. After a few minutes, Bethan rolled on top of me, and kissed me on the lips. “Well, there’s ...o doubt that we have just consummated our marriage, which means my big brother is definitely now my husband.” She laughed and headed for the shower.She took her time, and I just laid on the bed relaxing. Eventually, she emerged with a towel rapid around her. “Your turn.”“In a bit. I want to watch you get dried and do your hair, first.”“Weirdo,” she. "Ohhh FUCK," Jo murmured, "Stick that pen in your mouth, darling brother. Stick it in your mouth and taste my cunt and my arse on it. Suck those cunt and arse juices off of it, fuck stud."When Jo was finally satisfied that the essence of her arse was abundant on the pen, she took it out of her crapper and put the pen back in its place. If only she could be there when he would put it in his mouth. Or maybe when he puts it under his nose and decides that he likes the smell of it. It were moments. What; I guess we both know the What of your little affair, don't we? And finally the Why; maybe the excuses from that handbook explained all that. The important thing about the Why is I don't care. I don't care why you had sex with the asshole or should that be assholes; it's enough that you did.How did I find out? It wasn't rocket science. Example: There were the weekly four hour trips to the spa. When you got home the only difference was it seemed you'd just had a shower. Your hair hadn't. The saree went in and out came my t-shirt. She stared at it for a while, the bringing it to her face she smelt it. Like a fool I wondered what was going on till she started to rub my t-shirt on her body,all over. She had the hots for ME? I couldnt believe my eyes. What happened next blew my mind. She hooked her fingers into her panty and pulled it down to her knees and crushing the t-shirt into her groin she started to rub herself down there. As she closed her eyes and started to breathe.