“Do you want it to end, already?”They sucked and licked, as if he was cast of spun sugar. He nodded, desperate, thrashing against the ropes as the... slathered their lips up and down the length of him. His muscles tightened like coiled steel. His feet and toes clenched. His fingers dug into the mast at this back. The pulsations were starting. He couldn’t stop them.“Let him down,” the girl smacked her lips, and all three rose up around him, “... He’s ready.”The ropes slipped loose. Owen sank to. I put on a tight black T-shirt, obviously made for a woman with a bust. It looked good with my “full chest” and the bra stuck out slightly. I then pulled on a mini skirt that was a similar black colour, but you could see there was a difference. I looked at myself once more, I was so sexy.I crept out of my room to the bathroom Down the hall. I locked the door behind me and walked over to the sink. In the cupboard under the sink, I found what I was looking for, three large makeup bags. I took the. Our parents were out for the day shopping in the city thirty odd miles away. I was in my usual summer attire of sundress and pants. I didn't wear a bra as I hated how the straps dug into my shoulders and rubbed against my back. Sometimes I wore a belt around my waist, sometimes I didn't. I wasn't wearing one that day as I had no plans to go any where and was content to muck around the house and garden with my brother.My brother had always admitted that he liked me in sundresses and looking. He was partially in, relaxing wasn’t the issue, anymore, the experience was. I clenched around his cock and his movements became constricted and he grunted as he pressed harder after pulling back an inch, feeling the tightness.I looked back over my shoulder. His gaze was on my ass and, undoubtedly, his cock disappearing into it. I didn’t know how much of his cock was buried in me but I knew it was several inches, probably half his cock. He looked up and found me looking at him. He glanced back.