But Brad? The guy who’d been my best-friend since kindergarten? Brad, who was constantly ranking on the boys who, well, acted like faggots. Brad, wh... had gotten his hand up a girls shirt a good year before I did. And he’d gotten down a girl’s pants two years before me. There wasn’t any way that Brad would let my bratty little brother jack him off. Impossible. Billy was lying. “It was that night when you were talking out on the picnic table and I was up in the tree,” Billy said, as though he. "I couldn't help a small giggle, knowing perfectly well he was jerking off. But I didn't push it and went back to my room. I continued to read my book, looking up when I heard him walk passed my room. I had kept my door open and he smiled in at me as he passed.A couple hours later, I was starting to get tired. I closed my book and was just getting up to turn off my light when someone turned it off for me. It had gotten dark outside so no light came through the windows and all the other lights. His voice low, “Where do you want to feel my tongue?” Impatient with her silence he tugged at her pubic hair again a little harder. Her entire body trembled as she fought to find the words. “”Nip... Nipples,” she stuttered. His tongue lashed out, flicking up and down each nipple. Greedily sucking each nipple into his mouth, clenching that hard nub between his teeth.Grinning, he left her panting. He knew she could hear him in the restroom getting ready for his day. Shower done, teeth brushed the. “I’ll give you a foot massage to make good girls weep and bad girls swoon.”“And which do you expect me to do?”“Two days ago I would have said weep, but we could hear Ginny’s screams in the great room last night.” Hermione blushed a bit and dipped her head. “Maybe you will still cry,” he said with a lecherous smile.She drew breath as though to retort but settled for smacking him on the arm. “Meet me in the garage in twenty minutes. Sit in the driver’s seat of your jaguar and open the sun.