“I can’t stand the taste, it is like bitter sea water to me.” And she slurped in more water for her oral ablutions.I smiled in a self-satisfied ...rin. “Not if you swallow, I would think.” I was setting the hook.She just looked at me. “I dunno. There was a lot of it.” She was nearly admitting defeat.“Not if you deep throat him.” I cheerily concluded, and the look on her face said volumes. Obviously, she couldn’t, or didn’t know how to do it. Having my catty moment of victory, I left her to her. I stepped out of the shower with my cloths in my hand and only a towel wrapped around me, I don't even know why I bring cloths with me to the bathroom I never change in there. "Ugh, it’s only nine o'clock," I said to myself not really caring if anyone heard me. "What's so wrong with nine o'clock?" I heard a voice ask me from my room. I walked in only to find myself staring at my 19 year old brother josh sitting on my bed dressed in what had to be the tightest jeans in the world and a chest. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reached down, took hold of the hem and started to draw it up, up over her slender thighs. Watching intently the juncture of her inner thighs, my eyes still fixed on the exposed spot, I missed when the skirt was drawn all the way up to her stomach, exhibiting her whole cunt to my eyes, to our eyes, my sister's and mine.I drank in the sight in front of me. I was no expert on the female anatomy. On the contrary, I had only seen one naked female before and that had. She had a tiny waist on her petite frame, wide hips, slender arms & legs but most notably: a mesmerising arse. A proper bubble butt, full in all the right places: almost as though it were begging to be spanked and in yoga pants. Well, it’s a wonder the other men in the room could miss it.I came in for my first session in early January, the gym was still busy with a rush of new years resolutioners. Amongst the crowds of people moving up and down I spotted and followed her down to the studio. I.