“Umm ... sorry about your bra and knickers,” I ventured.The sobbing turned into, “Oh god, what have I done?”“Well, nothing anyone around her... is going to say anything about.”“But you took photographs!”“Ye – es. But you don’t really think we would use them do you?”She looked at me.“Put it this way, Nettie. We haven’t done anything that is really much to worry about, so why should you worry about what you have done?”“So,” she said, “I scratch your back and you’ll scratch mine?”“I think we could. Once I reached college, I started gaining more understanding about sex and started feeling conscious about myself and my body when I used to be outside, but at home, and especially with my brother, I was totally cool and never even bothered about him seeing my cleavage also as I always felt he was still a small child.However things became bit different slowly and sometimes while sleeping, I felt my brother’s cock rubbing on my ass but whenever I noticed, I realized that he was sleeping and. I did however, joke that I could probably make her cum if she let me play with her. To my surprise, that’s exactly what she had in mind. It seems my persistent flirting finally paid off.I asked her to take her clothes off so I could take a look, and she reluctantly stripped down for me. My skinny friend tried to cover her sagging pear-shaped tits while I looked on as if I was some sort of expert. I asked if it would make her more comfortable if I got naked too, and started to undress without. " You know what I'm asking about, don't you?" Yes, I know. You want to know how I feel about what we did today, right?" Yes, I do. I want to know everything is still okay between you and me. I want to know you still love me and want to be with me." I do love you, Jen. Not STILL love you. I know what happened was a little strange, but it hasn't changed the way I feel about you, except to make my love stronger." How can kissing someone else make your love for me stronger?" Because of trust, Jen..