Glass in hand, I went in search of Rachael to let her know dinner would be starting soon.I found her in her bedroom, on her bed, leaning back against ...he headboard, her knees up, and reading a magazine she’d picked up at the supermarket.She didn’t see me. I stood in the doorway and studied her. Feet on the bed, slightly spread, drew my eyes down. And there they stopped. The seam of her tight tan shorts pressed into her cleft, her labia swelling at each side. Her small pussy bulged, straining. Well.. clean? Besides, it had to be in the low 40’s out, and she was hugging herself tightly. due to the light clothing she had on. I took off my jacket, it was one of those with a fuzzy liner, including up around the collar, nice and warm. I draped it over her shoulders, she looked at me as I did that and then tugged it gratefully around herself. ‘You are the musician, I could hear you playing in there. You are really good.’ She smiled up at me. She had shoulder length sandy hair, a pretty. I gave her my shirt and she went inside to clean her top. I heard the tap running and the saw the door slightly ajar. I walked up nonchalantly and stood at it. observing her in a direct vision how she was in just her black bra and washing off the stain. She looked into the mirror and saw me standing. Our eyes met and she said calmly “andar aana hai?” I said “Haan”She nodded in the way ask someone to come over. I stood beside her, watching her awesome body in the mirror. Long hair half behind,. His both hands moved to my waist and he started rocking his body. His strokes were initially slow building up a rhythm.He soon reached an amazing speed. My pussy was being demolished by my own brother and I loved every second of it. I put one of my hands on my mouth to stop myself from moaning. My body automatically matched his rhythm. He understood as I pushed my body against his cock.He knew I wanted it harder and he didn’t disappoint. I was soon ready to cum but I didn’t dare to move my hand.