Standing there naked with my bare pussy showing was turning me on. I ran my hands over myself, thinking about my brothers reaction to my little presen.... I went back into my room and slipped on my halter top night shirt that lets my tummy show. I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I could see the TV from the kitchen but not my brother, who was on the couch around the corner."Morning," I called to him."Hey, Karen," he called back. I stood at the counter that separated the kitchen from the. He quickly pulled out and slammed his hand down on the photocopier, cumming all over Nicola's pussy and the smeared glass, streams and rivulets splattering into hidden trays and crevices not-yet found.The photocopier went berserk, suddenly juddering back and forth as endless copies of two purple cocks, one magenta cunt, glittering diamond juice, pearly smears and rainbow whirls filled the tray with Bob's beloved's own orgasmic outpouringsSuddenly, all was quiet. The scent of their sex session,. Or the sand. Or the tissues. Or me.For a while that was all I allowed. He wasn't touching me, and neither was I, at least not with company. I went home and stroked myself alone, in the dark, like I was just now.After a while, though, I stopped being so shy, and it was a matter of trust between us that this was something neither of us would show anyone else, but that we could do together. I'd watch him slide over the strange skin of his cock, and I'd find the courage to touch my dampness. I'd. No response, no pulling away and so I started to stroke her leg riding up under her dress, almost to her panty line, and instead of expecting hesitance or resistance, she opened her legs as I ran up and started playing with her pussy through her thong. I knew she was in her drug state because she was slurring, relaxed and very horny, leaning into me and putting her hand atop my hand which was exploring her. She leaned into my neck, and I knew this was going to be a fun night. After we finished.