I gently rolled my erect nipples between my fingers as I continued to construct the sick, little fantasy of a passion I will never know. But I played ...t through anyway. I wanted to finish it and I needed to. My body would not let me ignore it especially after these past weeks of loneliness.I trailed my fingers over the wet opening of my slit as I dreamt of his sex pressed against mine. My hand pressed against my clit as I sank one finger inside, just as I imagined he would. The motions of. My fingers slowly worked their way down his shaft, cupping his balls then working their way back up. I was soon stroking him, my fingers gently but firmly gripping his shaft, moving up and down, then up and down again. He gasped and groaned quietly as I stroked him.I could see the pre-cum forming on the tip of his cock. I bent down and licked the end, tasting his slick, salty fluid. I dropped to my knees, guiding his cock into my waiting mouth. My lips closed just behind the head and my tongue. The image was slowly fading away.A car horn blared at her as her car drifted towards the white line. Her brow was furrowed and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She blinked her eyes and a shiver ran up her spine. The fantasy was becoming stronger and stronger; the urge more insistent. Oh, God, how she wished Peter wasn't her brother.He's only your adopted brother, not your real brother, the little voice said. Who would know?Marsha pushed the tormenting thought from her mind, but like a seed. " he cried out. "Aunty I mean down there," he said pointing at her crotch. We all looked at where he was pointing and Mom was embarrased at 7 guys looking at her crotch and one of them her own son.She looked down at the ground and shyly nodded her head up and down and then added that,"its been a few weeks since" Ajay persisted and asked,"So, now you have hair there." She answered softly,"Yes". Then she turned and looked at me and held my hand and softly whispered in my ear," Beta(son), you will.